I’m in the middle of researching a complicated case when the inevitable happens. The low hum of an incoming call directs my attention to the phone, and I promptly put on my headset and respond to the caller in a professional, upbeat greeting.
“This is Tricia, how may I help you?” I chirp, brightly.
“Transfer me to someone in charge! Someone with infinitely more authority than you, as I am not a common man, but a privileged being, a deity from a planet you will never see, a star far away, that requires a certain level of customer service that your company has yet to provide.”
His etheric voice shakes my core and I wonder what dark magic he spews, for his words fall as poisoned daggers, and I am bombarded. Yet I stand, after placing him on hold and break for lunch.
For dVerse Prosery, where Merril hosts and asks us to write a flash fiction piece no longer than 144 words and to include the following line:
I am bombarded yet I stand.-from Adrienne Rich‘s poem ‘Planetarium’