The child's screaming echoed through the house while her mother and father attempted to calm her down. She was sobbing. Her small hands pounded on the table where a small puzzle sat. It was almost finished, every piece was laid out or put together.
"Hunny, all your father was doing was helping you with your puzzle."
She screamed more. She didn't want help with her puzzle. Sh...
"I was gone for five minutes! What happened here?"
The children turned their heads wuickly towards their mother's voice. Sugar, flour, butter, anything they were baking with was on the floor, counter, or themselves. There wasn't a spot there wasn't some sort of substance. The youngest girl giggled and clapped her hands, flour being powdered everywhere.
I arrive home. It's been a while. And for some reason, it hurts to come home after all this time. Its not like there was anyone that was going to miss me but still.
The door opens and the smell of artifical apples is the first thing I smell. I've always had an obssession with apple-scented things and I guess I left a freshener in the wall the whole time.
The ringing began to flow through my headset into my ears.
"Hello, what's your emergency?" I ask. Moments passed but there was nothing. Silence. "Hello? If this is a prank call, this is a serious hotline. Please only call with emergencies."
The silence continued. It continued for seconds that felt like years. It probably is a prank call; we get those all the time.