The Caller

By Valerie Gaumont

A sedate academic recieves a distraut call in the middle of the night that sends him tubling into the world of clandestine affairs.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Valerie Gaumont
• Release date: Dec 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465784209

Valerie Gaumont

Valerie Gaumont is an evil genius whose mission is to take over the world. Her latest efforts were thwarted when her flying monkey army discovered beer. Currently they are in Rehab because no one likes a drunk flying monkey. (Thank you for your cards and letters of support.) When she is taking a break from villainy she can often be found with a pen in her hand. Yes, sometimes she is doodling, other times writing fiction and discovering new and interesting ways to combine reality with the outré. She has had short stories in the Violet Ampersand Anthology, Poetry, Prose and Other Voyages to the Edge, and the online Journal, Gothic Fairytales for Melancholy Children. In 2007 she was listed as a finalist in the William Faulkner International Writing Competition in the Novel-In-Progress category.

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The Caller

Valerie Gaumont

Copyright 2011 by Valerie Gaumont

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The Caller

I was dreaming of a telephone when I awoke. A big, shiny, black telephone sitting on a small round table at the end of a hallway. It was ringing and I tried to answer it but it seemed the more I went towards the phone, the longer the hallway became. I awoke with a jolt, panting from my exertions and realized the phone was real.

I fumbled for my glasses, laid neatly on my night stand and the digital numbers on my clock leapt into focus. 4:38 am. My heart shot into my throat as I threw off my covers and lunged for the phone. No one calls at this time of night with good news. Even really good news. For some reason good news can always wait until the light of day. It was only bad news that had a fondness for springing up out of the dark.

In my dash I knocked over a precariously balanced stack of books sending various notes flying, fell headlong over a stool and slid the rest of the way into the kitchen. Either I was moving