Saturday, July 13, 2013

89. please stop calling

"Goodnight, okay?" She said, trying to drop the words as gently as she could. She was just lucky it was all working through a phone line. She didn't have to see the disappointment on his face.

She could settle for hearing it; "Whaaaat?"

"You sound like you need sleep." And she yawned; maybe it was she who needed it.

"Noooooo," He whined, "I just need youuuu."

"Goodnight," She repeated.

"But baby-"

She chuckled through her words. Not annoyed. Amused; "We'll talk in the morning."
Word Count: 84

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