“Hello? Hello? The line’s really bad. I can’t hear you.”
“We have to stop.”
“What? You’re breaking up.”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Breaking up, yes.”
“Speak louder.”
“I can’t see you again. I shouldn’t even be calling. It’s all too risky.”
“I really can’t tell what you’re saying. I’m going to hang up and call you.”
“No!”
“Was that no? Shit. This is ridiculous. You can’t call me in the middle of the night and then not make any sense. Move to the window or something.”
“Is that better?”
“Hello? Hello?”

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This piece of writing is part of the Friday Fictioneers writing group. Each week writers from around the world attempt to write 100 words (or so) starting with a picture. This week my word count is 89.

I’d love to receive comments and constructive criticism. Click here to read other people’s stories inspired by this picture from Danny Bowman or to join in with the group hosted by Rochelle Wishoff-Fields.