today's flash!

I'm not going to answer it. I know who it will be. If I don't answer, then it will be as if it didn't happen and we can just go back to how it was before, can't we? But the blaring noise forces me reach out, and I watch my hand, slo-mo - chewed red nail varnish, unravelling edge of my old cardigan, scar on my wrist - grasp the nagging phone. "Hello? Yes, I'm home."