The Crying phone
by Mallory Quinn
I was listening to
Claude Francois’s song “Le telephone pleure” and I got the idea for this
fanfiction…
Prologue
The telephone was
ringing in the living room. A little girl looked at the caller display and it
said “Unknown name, unknown number”. Her mommy never picked up when it showed
that, she will always tell her to pick up for her…
- Hello? She said with
her little girl’s voice.
- Hello? Listen, is you
mummy next to you? You have to tell her :”mummy, its’ someone for you”…
The little girls
recognized the voice. It was the mister who often called and mommy didn’t want
to speak to him. But mommy would let her speak to the mister.
- Oh, it’s the mister
from the last time? Ok, I’ll go get her, I think she’s in her bath… and I don’t
know if she’s going to be able to come…
- Tell her please, tell
her it’s important, but he’s waiting…
- Did you do something
to my mommy? She always makes me big signs and always whispers to me: “Make him
think I’m not here”! But she often tells me not to lie, so, that’s why I’m
telling you the truth.
The man laughed at the
other end of the line, he really like that little girl, she was so cute.
- It’s good to tell the
truth… you mustn’t lie, except if you want to make a good surprise to people…
- Ok...…
- Now, tell me, how is
your house?
- It’s really pretty,
all white. I have my own room. My furniture is all pink… Mommy’s room is bigger
and her furniture is white and gold, it’s really nice… and her carpet is also
white.
- Do you learn your
lesson well every night?
- Oh yes! I’m first in
my class… since mommy works, the neighbor takes me to the bus stop…
- You wished your mummy
took you?
- Yes. She always
leaves early in the morning… the neighbor comes to stay with me in the morning
to get me dressed, eat and take me to the bus stop…
- You like going to
school?
- Yes! I love working
and learn new things…
The little one was
brilliant in school, like him. Oh, he cursed himself for the umpteenth time. He
had missed the first years of his daughter’s life!!!
- Only, there’s only
one signature on my report card… the others have their daddy’s signatures, not me!
- Would you like to
have a daddy some day?
- Mommy never talks
about it. I don’t know where he is, he probably didn’t want me, because he left
before I was born…
The man had tears in
his eyes when he heard that… if only… he had ruined everything, he could’ve
handled things differently…
- You know, as long as
you haven’t talked to your father, to ask him why you don’t have to blame
yourself or reproach yourself of anything; it’s not your fault…
- You think so? She
asked with a voice full of hope.
- Yes, I think so…
- All right. I’m going
to ask him when I meet him…
- You have the
intention to see him, is your mummy going to introduce him to you?
- No, mommy is always
sad when I ask her questions about him.
- I’m going to leave
you, since your mummy is in her bath… Tell her that I called…
- By the way, I wanted
to ask you, what’s your name? I always call you “ mister”, you probably have a
name, right?
- Yes, my name is
Terry…
- Hi Terry, my name is
Christelle…
- Hi Christelle, I’m
happy to know you.
- Me too… Good bye
Terry.
- Good bye Christelle…
He hung up the phone
and he closed his eyes. Life was very complicated… He had chosen the bad path
and now he was trying to get back on the right path of his tumultuous life…