*Phone ringing*
"Hey, what's up?"
"Nothing much, just wanted to make sure you were on your way."
"I'm getting in my car now. How about you?"
"Already on the road."
"Cool beans."
He chuckles
"So you dance?"
"No, I ride unicorns and shoot ducks. Yes I dance."
"Just making sure."
"What about you? Do you dance?"
"No, no. I don't."
"Well, you have to do something. Sports?"
"I play violin."
"How long have you been playing?"
"8 years or so."
"Wow. I've been dancing for 14 years"
"Well you've got me beat."
"I guess so."
"See you in a bit then?"
"Mmmhmm"
He pauses and looks out at the upcoming innerstate.
"If you need anything, just call."
"I'll be sure to."
She hangs up.
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The Violinist and the Dancer
Short StoryThis is for "Late Night Phone Calls" One-Shot competition, Yay! Hickory is the kind of boy who just wants to lay under stars and listen to classical music forever. Wendy wants to travel the world, kiss boys and dance to her hearts content. When Hic...
