Dear Mr. PostMan

The Call!

2018 – Anna

To say I was nervous was an understatement. Ever since I said goodbye to John through text, I'd been nervously biting my nails, obsessing over how the phone call tonight would go. What if he didn't like my voice? What if it doesn't even work? Sure, the texts went through, but what if that was all we could do? Stop thinking, Anna!

I tried to distract myself by watching my favorite movies and reading Beatles fanfics. But of course, that only made me think of John more. I couldn't help it. He's in the past. I'm in the future. We can never be together. End of story. Still, if he did somehow come to the future... I had no idea how that would work. Honestly, I didn't want to know. It felt like opening a can of worms I couldn't close.

Finally, I screamed like a little girl when my phone rang. I grabbed it, praying it was John, only to be disappointed when I saw it was Jazz calling.

"What do you want, Jazz?" I answered, trying to hide the annoyance in my voice.

"Jeez, lighten up! I just called to see if you wanted to hang out," Jazz replied, completely oblivious to my inner turmoil.

Ugh, I don't want to hang out right now. Wait... I've got it. Time to pretend I'm sick.

"Sorry, Jazz, I can't. I'm sick," I said, coughing for effect.

"Oh no! That sounds awful. Are you okay?" Jazz asked, genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but I don't want you to catch it. Trust me, you don't want this," I said, coughing more for drama.

"Oh wow, that does sound bad. You get some rest, okay?" Jazz said before hanging up.

I know I'm being a terrible friend, but honestly, who gets a call from John Lennon in the past? Hardly ever. So I think I'm off the hook, right?

After Jazz hung up, I sank into my bed, Jack jumping up beside me.

"Hey, boy. Who's a good boy? You are," I said, scratching his belly, when my phone suddenly rang again.

"Jazz? If this is you, I told you I'm sick!" I answered, exasperated.

"Who's Jazz? And you're sick? You okay?" The voice on the other end made my heart skip a beat.

Oh my God... it's John.

"John! I'm so sorry, I told my friend I was sick so I didn't have to hang out with her. I'm not actually sick," I admitted, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face. I put the phone on speaker and laughed, feeling my cheeks flush.

John laughed too. "You know, that's a pretty terrible friendship."

"Oh, bugger off, John. I had a good reason," I teased, my heart racing.

"Yeah, sure you did," John replied, his laugh contagious.

"I don't know how this is working, Anna, but I'm glad it is. Your voice is lovely," John said, and I froze.

Did he just say my voice is lovely? Oh my God, can he hear me blushing? Stop freaking out, Anna!

"I'm glad this is working too, John," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, but I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"So, future girl, what's the future like? What do I have to look forward to?" John asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Well, for one, there's colored TVs. Cars pretty much all look the same now, and music... honestly, it kind of sucks these days. Some of it's good, but mostly it's not," I said, resting my head on Jack, who happily licked my face.

"Good to know," John said with a laugh. "So where are you right now?"

"Why do you want to know, Mr. Lennon? You gonna stalk me in the near future?" I joked, feeling the playful banter flowing easily between us.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Definitely," John laughed.

"Well, alright then. I used to live in the U.S. for a while, but I moved over to the UK for college. So now I'm in London," I said casually, not realizing where this conversation was headed.

"Wait, you're in London? What's the address?" John asked, his tone suddenly urgent.

"Why? What's so important about my address?" I asked, suspicious.

"Please, Anna, I've got an idea, but I need to know," John practically begged.

What's going on? Why does he need my address?

"Well, alright then. It's 4591 London Street," I said, a knot of unease twisting in my stomach.

"I knew it, love," John said, his voice filled with excitement. "You're in the same place where I am now. Let me know if you see this in your time."

"Wait, what? JOHN? What are you doing? JOHN?" I shouted, my heart racing as I tried to get his attention.

But the line went silent. Did we get cut off? Can we no longer talk? What's going on?

Just as I was about to call out to him again, I noticed something. There, on the right side of my wall, was a faint heart with the words "John" and "Anna" written inside.

I jumped off the bed and ran over to touch it. It looked ancient, like it had always been there. But that couldn't be possible, could it?

"Anna? Do you see it? Did it work?" John's voice came through the phone, making my heart skip another beat.

"Yeah, I see it, John. What does this mean?" I asked, breathless.

"I'm guessing whatever I do in the past, you'll see it in the future," John said, sounding just as stunned as I felt.

We stayed on the phone until 2 a.m., talking about everything and nothing—laughing, getting lost in the weirdness of it all. And when I finally fell asleep, I dreamed of a life with John. Even though I knew it could never happen, for a brief moment, it felt like it could.

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