one missed call

twenty - five

Ringing...

Ringing...

"Hi."

there's silent breathing. "Hey."

"And so you speak."

"I guess."

"So why speak now?"

" I wanted to...—I don't know actually."

"Hey Anonymous, what can I call you? Your contact has been numbers all this time, I thought it'd be time to put down a name."

"North, I thought—"

"I don't mean your actual name. I respect that you wanna keep that hidden for a while longer. I'm just asking what you'd like me to call you."

silence follows.

"Are you still there? Godammit, did you hang up?"

"No, no, no, I'm still here. I'm just thinking."

"Oh okay."

"You can just call me El."

she yawned. "Okay, El."

"You sound tired, I'll let you get some sleep."

"Okay."

"Okay, goodnight North."

"Goodnight El."

Beeeeeeeep.