Voices

[squirmelia]

My heart beat faster as Skype began to ring. It was him! His words began to drift into my ears and I quivered. A year had passed since I had heard his voice and I was curious to see if he sounded like I had been imagining. His actual voice had been distorted in my memory, like everything else, crumbling. I was nervous, worrying that I'd have nothing to say or that my words would spill out in a frenzy, all that I had wanted to say, but too frantic and ugly, or that I'd bore him and there would be silences, the kind that can never be resolved.

It was then that he turned into a robot. "Sorry?" I said, "sorry?", as his words crackled and corrupted into sounds I imagined a robot would surely make.

Comments

cool cool

[bickichick.livejournal.com]

ooh exciting!

I have that worry all the time- I often wonder why people talk to me at all or want to

but Skype tanked my old computer- which it is why it is called my old computer

Re: cool cool

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

You're great to talk to! Will be cool to see you again in July.