One phone call

She looked at her phone, wishing it would ring. Just once would be enough. Or just a text even. She had been good, looking back on the last few weeks. But it would be nice, if just this once, someone else would take the step. She glanced toward the phone again, trying no to look, knowing nothing had changed. But she kept hoping. Wishing. For that one phone call. And when it comes, she knows she will live off it for weeks to come. But as the time passes silently by, the hope gets smaller and smaller. And she sinks deeper and deeper.