the screaming vagina

*the following very short story is for restricted readers only. originally posted in penster. written during work hours. comments appreciated.


the screaming vagina


I was walking home when my mobile phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown number.

Hello.

Roy...it's Jen. I'm in a phone booth. I threw out my old sim.

Jen...

Listen, Roy. Just listen. For once, let me talk. I'm breaking up with you. And this time, it's for good because I don't want to see you anymore. So, don't you go doing something romantic, expecting me to change my mind so you could have your after-fight fuck. I'm tired of that shit. I'm tired of fucking you. My pussy deserves better.

Jen?

Yes?

I'm not Roy.

What?

You have the wrong number.

(long pause...) Oh, fuck.

I turned my phone off.