cemeterydarling (cemetarydarling) wrote in happy_time,

A Warm Fuzzy Story.

My phone rings and I look at it. Watching the light from the ceiling fan above cast against the shiny black plastic distort as it shakes slightly.
It rings again.
I reach my hand over to it resting it on the reciever. Nobody usually calls over here. I wonder if it may be Delores, but I don't know why she'd call unless she wanted to tell me about how Murray her cat was progressing since his most recent mishap with a pair of knitting needles.
She does that from time to time, calls. She's lonely, I don't blame her.
Or maybe it's the bill collector calling to tell us we're going to lose our house. I left Daisy in charge of the bills, as it turns out she's better with men than money management.
Well there's only one way to find out. I pick it up.
"H-hello? George? Heeellloooo?" Comes a thick british accent.
"Mason?" I ask confused.
"'Ello Georgie." He sounds cheerful.
This is a little wierd, he never calls, he comes over.
"Why are you calling me on the phone?"
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