The Phone Box

This is the piece I wrote in response to the phone box prompt I posted on Saturday πŸ™‚

I tried to do a happy little tale, I really did lol

Tanya removed her stilettos and tiptoed barefoot along the pavement. She laughed, as if walking on tiptoe would somehow prevent her stepping onto something sharp.

How stupid she felt, forgetting her mobile phone and why the hell had she chosen the 5inch Louboutin’s for a drink with Anthony, the office womaniser?

Up ahead was a phone box, the light inside, a welcoming sight in the darkness. Clutching her shoes to her chest she quickened her pace. As she pulled open the door she was greeted by the stench of urine. Gagging, she put her hand to her nose and leant inside. “Oh bloody great!” She cursed as she realised the cable to the handset had been cut.

The evening had already been a disaster. Anthony, spending most of it with his hand sliding higher and higher up her thigh with each gulp of his Guiness.

Tanya looked up and down the deserted road. If Anthony had been any kind of gentleman he would have at least made sure she was safely in a cab before heading off in the direction of town. It almost made her wish she’d accepted his offer of a drink at his place.

She let the door of the phone box swing closed and turned, to walk back to the bar. From behind she heard a noise, shoes on gravel. She froze, as an arm came across her face and wrapped around her throat. In her confusion she hadn’t noticed the hand, now firmly clamped across her mouth. The skin was clammy and smelt of smoke.

She tried to scream, twist, turn, kick, dropping her designer shoes to the wet pavement. The arm that was around her slipped effortlessly to her chest and tightened, pinning her arms to her sides.


“Where’s Tanya.” Sue asked Anthony as he arrived at the office, late as usual. He shrugged.
“Why you asking me?”
“Ummmm, because you went for a drink with her last night? She’s not in yet, she’s never late.” Sue looked at her watch.
“Yeah, so, we had a drink! Then we went our separate ways, frigid bitch!”

Sue stood speechless as she watched Anthony pick up his post and remove his jacket. She couldn’t help but wonder about the large plaster on his hand, between his thumb and index finger.


Oh dear, I think something nasty has happened to Tanya….but the question is… Anthony guilty? πŸ˜‰

28 thoughts on “The Phone Box

    • Thanks honey πŸ™‚

      Hmmmmm, let’s see…… I’m thinking it wasn’t Anthony that grabbed her at the phone box, he was on his way down the road and had a change of heart. He went back and found a bloke trying to bundle her in a car. There was a fight and the guy sped off in his car. Anthony expected Tanya to be all over him (my hero sort of thing) but instead she lay into him about leaving her there in the first place (hence why he’s angry with her). His hand got hurt in the struggle.

      She calls in work sick, texts Anthony to say thanks, they go for another drink and she discovers he’s not the womaniser he has the reputation for. They fall in love, get married, move to the suburbs, have 8 kids and live happily ever after LMAO πŸ˜‰

      Is that ok? πŸ˜‰



    • He he he πŸ˜‰

      See my reply to Sara above if you want the happy ending πŸ˜‰

      But, if I was going for the unhappy ending….. A man walking his dog finds the body of a girl on the wasteland at the bottom of the road. Everything points to Anthony as the murderer and it’s the job of Detective Inspector Frank Jackson to get his man. However, Anthony is protesting his innocence, saying he got the bite on his hand from a girl he picked up at a local club after leaving Tanya (she can’t be found). Anthony’s lawyer, Christina Oliver is determined to prove him innocent (she’s also got the hots for him) and turns detective to solve the case πŸ˜‰



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