Posted by Amir Saleem in
Short Stories on 04 19th, 2008 |
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Raised voices, angered expressions and bitter complaints. There were too many words spoken to make any sense. I, who always agreed, disagreed. She, who always understood, misunderstood.
It was a rotten phone call.
In utter confusion and helplessness of unexplained gestures; I asked her, “don’t you...