"So you have the fcking nerve to hang up the call now?!"
"Why yes why not?"
"I'd prefer you shutting that goddamn pretty mouth up."
"I'd prefer you stop calling me right now because you're making noise on my cellphone and I'm freaking reading like you just destroyed the feels and I can't even with this book I just can't—"
"I do not understand what language you speak of."
"Oh. How awful."
"Fck you."
"Eh. Touched a nerve?"
"Are you even a fcking human being? You don't sound like one."
"Aww I'm hurt."
"I'm fcking glad."
"Cheers to that!"
"Dammit."
"Uhm okay did I just hear you laugh?"
"No. That was my dog, you freak."
"You have a dog?!"
"Goddamit I—not mine, idiot. My brother's."
"You used the word "my," you buffoon. Presumably it's directed as yours."
"What did you call me?"
"I don't answer to that."
"What the—"
"Got to read!"
end call.
YOU ARE READING
wrong number
HumorZoey was about to check her book transaction on this certain online bookstore website when she dialed the wrong number and wrong person at the same time. { short story - epistolary - written in english }
