relaxing in the shade.
nervously staring at the phone.
why did i have to say three days?
would she remember him after three days?
was any of it really as profound as it all seemed?
probably not.
as was the way with this world,
his perception was usually inaccurate.
the phone shakes in his hand-
or his hand shakes around the phone.
and he punches the number.
some emo ringtone is blaring, the tension mounts-
your
call
has
been
forwarded
to
an
automatic
voicemail
machine.
he shoots himself.
call me back...
if you want to.
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