CHRISTIAN'S REQUEST

Phoebe relaxed on her couch, the day did not seem to be so bright as it was in the morning and the curtains were rather thin. The house, or what was left of it, was very silent and seemed to be abandoned compared to the lively life that the young girl had enjoyed together with Seth. For a moment she looked round as if she still could not fully reconcile herself to the situation. The walls had no pictures, the furniture was quite scanty, but it was her own.

Her phone rang on the coffee table making her sit up with a start. The screen illuminated in Christian’s name. For some time, Phoebe looked at it, then after a second’s thinking, she picked the call.There was a flutter in her chest as she replied.

‘Hello Christian,’ she attempted to be friendly with him although her heart was really racing.

“Phoebe, hi,” Christian’s voice was a cheerful welcome into the room. “I just wanted to really hear from you, it’s been a while, or am I catching you at a bad time.”

‘No, not at all,’ she