- Seriously... I only have this phone cause he made me promise not to toss it, so stop calling!
-Help me, just this once? I promise I'll stop after that.
-Fuck... Fine, shoot.
-Alright... So I'm currently locked in a closet. I was hiding but the janitor locked it... How do I get out of a locked closet?
-... How on earth...?
-Not at all the point.
-Well... What does the doorknob look like?
-... Like a doorknob... Are you going to be helpful anytime soon?
-I'm not the one bothering a complete stranger for help.
-Right, sorry. Sort of stressed out about... Things...
-Doorknob?
- Right... A little dark in here, hold on.
...
- It's gold!
- Are you trying to be funny?
- What more do you want? It's dark and I can barely see-
- For shits sakes... Keyhole? Pinhole? Twisty lock thing? Give me something to work with or I'm hanging up.
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't hang up. Uh, looks like a pin hole.
- Do you have a toothpick? Or a pen of some sort?
-Why would I have a toothpick? I'm burglarizing a... Place, not eating out.
- Wait are you serious? You broke into a building and you don't know how to escape a closet? *laughter*
- The doors were open before. What do I do with a pen?
-Take the ink tube out, that's all you need.
-Done? Wait! Let me guess. Stick the ink tube into the hole?
-Until it hits something, then push gently and your golden.
- Yes! Thank you so much!
-Great, now stop bugging me.
-Absolutely!
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Short StoryDialogue Story! Years ago her father gave her a phone number to call if she ever needed help, when he disappears she is determined to be independent and show him that she doesn't need to rely on him. She refuses to call for an entire year, until she...
