He turned the card over in his hand, not for the first time. Every time he actually thought about calling the stranger that appeared in the art shop, he found himself wilting and deciding not to. This time, it was late at night. He couldn't sleep and that card was sitting there on the bedside table, taunting him. When he picked it up, he wondered again if he should do it. Bite the bullet. Make the call. Wen would never see him again if he didn't. It was probably better that way.
Yet, this time, he reached over and swallowed hard before he picked up his phone. Wen, he was old fashioned. He didn't own a cell phone. He had only this landline, in this small rundown cabin in the middle of nowheresville, Oregon. There were others nearby, built into a haphazard community but half of them were empty and the other half were housing hermits just like Wen. It was quiet out here, just the way he liked it.
Hesitantly, he poked the numbers on the card and he clutched the phone harder afterward.
"Hello?"
@Queen Halo
Yet, this time, he reached over and swallowed hard before he picked up his phone. Wen, he was old fashioned. He didn't own a cell phone. He had only this landline, in this small rundown cabin in the middle of nowheresville, Oregon. There were others nearby, built into a haphazard community but half of them were empty and the other half were housing hermits just like Wen. It was quiet out here, just the way he liked it.
Hesitantly, he poked the numbers on the card and he clutched the phone harder afterward.
"Hello?"
@Queen Halo