Excerpts From the Stories I'll Never Write

[36] Athazagoraphobic

On the third ring, he answered the phone.

“Hello?” he said.

“Hi.”

“Who is this?”

I couldn’t answer him immediately. He doesn’t remember me? But how? Did he got into an accident or something? How can he forget me so easily?

“Hello? Are you still there?”

I hung up.

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