One more drabble for
open_on_sunday. Lilah, during
Apocalypse Nowish. Inspired by looking at my "relieved" mood pic.
From the safety of her office, Lilah watched the fire fall from the sky. It wasn’t often she was frightened. Disturbed, unsettled--yes. Frightened? No.
Everyone at the firm was at a loss as to what was happening. Even the Senior Partners seemed to be out of the loop. If they didn’t have a handle on what was going on, then things were bad.
As scary as that realization was, she was more frightened by her feelings concerning another matter.
She dialed the number. Her stomach knotted when she got voice mail again.
“Wesley, it’s Lilah. Please… please call me.”