Wednesday, August 10, 2016

A sorta story

I want to punch you in the face

I know. Would you like to call her?

Yes. 

Do you want to dial her number or do you want me to do it for you?

I CAN DO IT!

Okay

I took the phone from his hands. It always amazed me how huge his hands were. Too big for a man his stature. Not just big either; they were scarred and damaged from god knows how many of life's battles.

beep boop boop beep boop beep beep beep *ring*

I can talk to her by myself! *ring*

Okay. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me. *ring*

I WON'T! *ring*

*ring*

*ring* Hi-

Mom!?

-you've reached the number of...

*click*

He had been watching from the kitchen. He came over and took my hand off of the phone.

I had hung up, but hadn't let go.



Titty sprinkles or whatever.