"Hey!"
"Hello?"
"Landon?"
"Who?"
"Wrong number."
"Wait--"
• • •
"January?"
"Hi, haha. I tried to call you a minute ago, but I got an older guy on the phone instead of you and kinda freaked out a little."
"Uh, yeah. That was my dad."
"What?"
"You called the house phone."
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah, that's what I used to call you last time I called."
"Ohhh... that makes sense. Unlimited minutes, or whatever?"
"Pretty much, yep."
"..."
"But my cell is fine, it's just that when I'm the only one home, the landline is more convenient, you know?"
"Yeah."
"You sound tired."
"Well, it is almost eleven o'clock. Past my bedtime."
"... you have a bedtime?"
"And a set wake-up time."
"Every day."
"Three-hundred and sixty-five days a year."
"And it's early, so you can watch the sun come up."
"And you say you don't know me very well."
"..."
"..."
"I'm tired."
"Me too."
"I should probably let you go to bed."
"... you could..."
"Don't you want to sleep?"
"I think I'll be okay."
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January Clarke and All the Things That Didn't Work
Short Story❝Mom?❞ ❝I am not your mother, and why are you in my house?❞ ❝Aw, crud.❞ • • • January Clarke hasn't had many successes in her seventeen years. She has broken lots of things, embarrassed lots of people, gotten lost in places like Disneyworld, and mic...
