I pick up the phone. Hello? Nothing. An insect drone, a distant helicopter dial tone. Did it really ring? A shrill echo flits through my skull. Was that always there? Both hands clammy on cold plastic…
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I pick up the phone. Hello? Nothing. An insect drone, a distant helicopter dial tone. Did it really ring? A shrill echo flits through my skull. Was that always there? Both hands clammy on cold plastic…
Read more at moonchildmag.net