Phone call

   Ethan was making breakfast when the phone rang. To his great disappointment, it was Mia. He listened intermittently to his telephone interlocutor. He didn’t pay much attention to her words nor to the topic she was talking, about glancing nervously at the clock on the wall. Ethan was hot. He felt the tiny drops of sweat on his forehead. Absent-mindedness and irritation were acutely noticeable but from his voice it seemed that he didn’t care. He was waiting for another call the whole morning and at last decided to make something to eat. Now he was here stuck on the phone line counting down the seconds until the end of this conversation. He didn’t know it yet but later he would get another phone call. He would run fast across the whole length of his apartment in order to pick up the phone but that wouldn’t be the call that he had expected.   


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