“Hello?” he inquired politely.
A dial tone was the only response. It had been so long since the telephone had rung, he’d forgotten the sound. Undaunted, he picked it up every few minutes and asked: “Hello?”
One of these days or nights, someone would be there.
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This is so strong, Kim. I feel for him.
very effective characterisation and strong back story. a great piece.
I think someone was trying to fax something …
This was wonderful. You really captured an emotion with just a few words.
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