Jul 12
10 min read
Hope From A Distance
A short story
I’ve only been at Julie’s for about half an hour when my mobile goes. The jaunty William Tell Overture gets louder in my pocket. It always reminds me of a couple shagging on fast forward. Julie sighs as I search my pocket. She already knows who it is. Sam Calling, it says. My fingers waver over the keypad before I take the call.
