The Answering Machine
I stared down at the pulsing red light as it mocked me into submission. It's flashing showing me how truly alone I am in this world. As my finger hovered over the little button knowing what was going to happen I paused to inhale. After what seemed like an eternity, I pushed the button and exhaled. My mother’s voice rang out reminding of our Sunday brunch and telling me about another friend’s son who I should meet.