Mary Ann || House Wife

Heels clicked on the floor as Mary Ann entered the room. Looking around her empty living room, she pouts. The longing in her chest was overwhelming, almost consuming the poor housewife's heart. Her long, slender legs move gracefully to the small round table that had the red corded telephone. Mary bends down, then dialing her beloved wife's phone number. She holds the phone to her ear, her lips almost quivering in anticipation as the phone beeps. Mary got goose bumps when she heard her wife's voice on the other end, asking who it was. "Honey, it's me." She leaned on the couch while twisting the phone cord between her fingers. "I just wanted to know and will you show up for dinner, I...I miss you." With her low, sweet voice, she almost moaned to her wife on the other end of the line. Mary Ann caressed the phone as if it were her dear wife's face.