Creative Writing : Untitled

The first 200 words of this essay...

Creative Writing : Untitled

"Ring ring, ring ring, ring..."

The sound of the phone tore through the air and into my muddled dreams. It didn't make sense, I was lying alone in the desert, looking up at the vast blue sky, and I all I could hear was a phone ringing. I twisted around frantically, surveying the never-ending mass of sand, desperately searching for the source of the noise, as it got louder and louder...

"Damn!" I exclaimed, as I landed on the hard wooden floor with a thud. I found the energy to lift myself up, and reached for the phone.

"Uh... hello?"

"Charlie! Where have you been?

I recognized the voice as Dieter, a half German acquaintance who I'd agreed to do a job for. I didn't have any idea of his motives or background, I just did what he requested and accepted my payment without asking questions. I was supposed to be delivering a disk to him with hacked information from the Home Office database today. I'd been up until about three in the morning searching for the stuff he needed, and now it was copied onto a CD, ready for him.