Flowers from 1970

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The next day approached. George brought up a bowl of cereal to his room. He stared at his cellphone waiting for a text or a call asking "how are you" or "what are you doing?" "wanna hang out" from people but never seemed to come

He turned on his computer to watch some videos. He watched his computer for 5 minutes, until, suddenly, the old telephone started to ring again.

George hesitated, wondering if he wanted to answer the phone again and go through that awkward conversation again. Did he want to talk to that crazy person again? That was the only person who actually wanted to talk to him.

He finally got up and answered the phone, but before he could say hello, the man cut him off

"How did you know?!" The man said bewildered

"what?"

"Jack. an attempted assassination had happened today towards him. How. Did. You. Know." the voice demanded

George rolled his eyes "I told you. Everyone in the state knows, we learnt about it in school and everything. Didn't you? Also why do you keep saying "today""

"What's the date for you?"The man asked George

"uh-" George tapped his phone to check " July 28, 2020"

No response.

"It's July 28, 1970, here" 

Now, this was confirmation that whoever called George was crazy "Look if this is some kind of prank, I'll just hang up!" 

"WAIT!" The man yelled, "do you live at 404 Manburg street?"

George started freaking out. This person knew where he lived, he was talking crazy

"don't freak out!" The man read his mind " That's my old house. Well its my 'old house' for you but I live there right now. Does the upstairs bedroom still have the hideous flower wallpaper?

"yeah" George answered hesitantly

"That means they haven't changed since I lived there! Give me a sec" The man was silent for a while then came rushing back

"what are you doing?"

"Look at the corner of the wall, near the window" the man told him

"why-" 

"just do it" George heard what sounded like scribbling on the other side of the phone

George looked over at the wall "what am I supposed to look at?"

He kept looking at the wall until a faded The names Clay. Clay Soot appeared onto the wall

"You see it?" He asked

"I do, Clay" George walked over to the wall and started to write back

"George. George Davidson" Clay giggled "also, call me Dream, its a nickname"

George chuckled "Okay, Dreammm"

"so tell me, George, who wins the world series next year?Asking for a friend" Dream asked half jokingly

"I'm afraid I cant tell you that, I mean I can but morally its pretty wrong" George replied

"Darn, thought that was gonna work" Dream tsked "so tell me about the future, what is life like in 2020?"

"well.."