Fiction: A call from heaven

Tring! Tring! Tring! The phone rang interruptedly and the voice screeched through the deserted room as the shade of the dappled sun flashed inside.  The house overlooked the sprawling view of a huge jamoon tree splayed outside in the forest,  inhabited by grasses and stray dog slouching on the green grass.   

The plopping water sound was lullaby to the dog’s ear. It slept like a baby on a sunny afternoon. Wagging its tail happily, the animal trotted inside the house with easy demeanor and fearlessly stared at this quirky and fascinating object, the old wooden and steel phone belonging to relic times.  

A loud siren jostled the dog out of its reverie and the tiny legs leaped and forayed foray inside the house. The globular eyes and neck perched at the sight of the phone blowing a familiar tune. The claws pressed on the wooden handle and wondered on the empty house as the creature sidled in a circular position. Days, weeks and months flitted, the pet was convinced that a heavenly voice calls her every day. She longed for this stranger friend.  

The phone call suddenly stopped one day. Sunshine went off the pet’s life spending an entire afternoon squatted on the floor inside the room and waiting for the phone to speak. She barked ferociously at it and tired of waiting, scratched her face with the claws. Shade of sadness and moist eyes surfaced and a pall of gloom crept.

Birds cooed in the morning. Pigeons flocked. Jamoon’s tree stood tall and leaves fluttered. Water flew gently in the well. The spot under the tree’s shade missed its favorite visitor, the dog prancing and jumping to disturb every known species inhabiting the forest, the foliage, grass, trees, flower plants, and birds chased in the wild. The forest has gone silent and strange sense of silence entered its soul. The night felt spooky.

A year has passed. The foliage moved on its own and a well-fed dog raced ahead in the forest and the tree branches suddenly sprang to life seeing a collar on its neck, foraying to explore every nook and corner, the root, flower and dense foliage. Pigeons and birds flapped their wings happily to see their old friend back. The dog flung her belly suddenly gaining weight and entered the familiar room to peek at the phone. It remained intact with the wooden handle sitting on the rusted steel.

If only both could converse in their language.  The dog didn’t bulge for a second. Heavy shower started pouring and the phone rang in a loud volume like an old friend waving and calling its friend to play together in the wild.