"Nathan?"
"You wish, it's the supreme! The myth! The legend-"
"Oh for fucks sake."
"You're just a big ball of sunshine aren't you?"
"Why do you keep answering his phone?!"
"I thought we discussed this? You're calling a payphone. Not some stud named 'Nathaniel's' phone."
"He's not a stud."
"I don't even know what that is, to be honest with you-"
"Then why'd you say it?"
"Recollective metaphor?"
"Now what does that even mean?"
"It means that - well I don't know to be honest with you. I thought it would sound cool and have you convinced that I'm not a drug dealer but in all honesty- I'm gonna just shut up now."
"What have I gotten myself into?"
"You have gotten yourself calling the payphone at six o'clock sharp every evening just as I pass by it to go to the library."
"Oh..."
"Yeah..."
"..."
"Hello? You still there? Magic woman answer me, this payphone doesn't have chairs so I'm left to my own devices to use these things called legs!"
YOU ARE READING
Telephone Therapy ✓
Short StoryTwo teenagers, one payphone, one wrong number. What could possibly go right? ✦ "Hey hey, pretty stranger." "Hey hey, stranger." "Wow, just stranger? Not even devilishly handsome witty stranger?" "Take it or leave it." "Duly noted." ✦ Do not transla...