Voice on Tape
“Hi..” Theres a long pause. A man’s voice, deep and filled with uncertainty, struggles with to keep himself from hanging up right then and there. “It’s me.. I guess just give me a call when you get this message. Bye.”
This statement, “It’s me” is said with such familiarity. It is assumed when one says this, that the other will undoubtedly know who is on the other end of the line. April knew exactly who the voice belonged to. Reaching towards the machine, finger extended, the delete button seemed easier to press than redial. Beep “You have no more new messages” the automated-woman machine’s voice calmly stated. She makes it seem like a good thing. April thought.