Here's a snippet of Midnight Caller from my new Ebook of short stories called A Very Dark Place.

Midnight Caller

Dylan Mullerhan was parted from his slumber courtesy of Ripples, his iPhone ringtone. Half-conscious and in complete darkness Dylan fumbled for the bedside cabinet.
Ripples continued to tell Dylan that someone was trying to get hold of him.
Dylan told Ripples to shut its mouth. He then felt his fingers touch the slim metallic body of the iPhone. With his eyes slightly narrowed at the brightness of the screen he looked at who was ringing him at exactly 12.00am.
The midnight caller was unknown.
Dylan tapped the green Accept button.
“Hello?” Dylan’s voice croaked with tiredness.
“Call me,” the Midnight Caller said in a surprised tone. They had a slight rasp to their voice.
The line cracked with static. Dylan sat up in bed. The iPhone’s screen illuminated the left side of his face.
“Come again?” Dylan said.
“Call me. That's you isn't it?”
“What are you talking about? Who the hell is this?”
The Midnight Caller sighed and rasped, “I'm here looking at your phone number. It says Call Me For A Good Time.”
Dylan was tempted to end the call. He was too tired to deal with some prank call. Before he hung up though he wanted to know something.
“How did you get this number?”
The Midnight Caller chuckled down the line. He seemed to find Dylan’s question hilarious. “Coz, I’m looking for a good time, Call Me.”
“Then I suggest you find it elsewhere.”
The Midnight Caller fell silent. Dylan heard something clicking in the background. The Midnight Caller then inhaled sharply. They had just lit a cigarette.
The way he sounds he needs to quit the cancer sticks, Dylan thought.
The Midnight Caller exhaled ever so slowly. “Are you familiar with Compton Heath, Call Me?”
Dylan was. He had spent much of his youth down at the Heath with Alec and Christo. Mainly playing football. Mainly getting drunk. Mainly trying to get into girls’ knickers.
“Me and the Heath have crossed paths once or twice,” Dylan said.
The Midnight Caller inhaled deeply. As he exhaled he asked, “Ever used the men’s room there?”
“Yeah, suppose I did.” Dylan yawned and closed his eyes. “What are you? The toilet police. Have my past transgressions in the Heath’s toilets finally caught up with me?”
“I suppose they have, Call Me.”
Dylan's eyes shot open. “Will you stop calling me that!”
“Then you should have made your name pretty clear when you advertised your services—” The Midnight Caller paused. He let the silence grow...

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