she didn't call.

he waited and waited and waited. he got up. went to the toilet and relieved himself. then walked back to his bed and sat down. staring at the phone and willing for it to ring. it didn't. it stayed silent. like the dead thing that it really was. an artificial source of comfort and warmth. substituting the presence of another human ( Read more... )

he asked me how i write. and my answer was...


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i imagine us locked in a room.
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