Flowers from a lover [rewrite]

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Young, lonely Lucas discovers he can use an old telephone to communicate with a boy living 50 years in the past.

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Lucas walked up the steps of his house, keys in hand and a dark look on his face. The neighborhood had been quiet except for the occasional passing car, which did not help his ongoing battle with isolation and loneliness. The quieter it was, the louder his thoughts were, and so as he entered his empty home which housed a quiet so large a drop of a pin would be highly audible, his head filled with a mass of concepts. He trudged his way up to his room, carrying his jacket in his hand as he threw his keys onto the desk and collapsed on his bed.

He waited a while, his mind the only thing keeping him company, and it wasn't good company. All he had were regrets and scenarios of brighter futures had he made better decisions in the past. Suddenly he heard a ring come from the other side of the room. It wasn't coming from his cellphone, but from the vintage telephone he had found in his house when he first moved in. He had spent weeks trying to repair it but eventually gave up, but now it seemed to be fully operational. He ran to the phone and answered, "Hello?" "Hey Dan, can you believe Governor Mills had a heart attack and died today? That's insane." A man on the other end of the phone mumbled into the phone.

I'm sorry, but you must have the wrong num- Today?" Lucas asked, confused. "Oh well sorry then, but yeah today. It's all over the papers." The voice answered, not bothering to end the call even though it was the wrong number.

Lucas raised his brow, "Are we talking about Governor Mills of Florida?" "Yeah, who else." The man answered, his shrug visible in his tone. "Mills died over fifty years ago, though?" Lucas was convinced he was talking to either someone very uneducated or downright insane. The man laughed loudly, "I don't know about you, but I don't remember Mills dying in 1920."Now Lucas knew the man couldn't do math. Fifty years ago was not 1920. "Everyone knows it happened in 1970. Then his right hand man William was almost assassinated the next day." Lucas told the man. He did not know why he was so hellbent on correcting a stranger, but he did so nonetheless. "William? Everybody loves William. He's fine and giving a speech right now, listen." The phone sounded like it was moving, and suddenly put up to a radio. The radio was barely audible, but Lucas could make out words like "This is a tragic loss." and such. It definetely sounded like William.

Lucas figured he was talking to a crazy person and hung up. He walked over to his bed, thought about the phone call for no more than 3 minutes before falling asleep.