She hung up abruptly, whispering that her sister entered the room, leaving him again, in a spell of longing, crushing him every passing second..
Reminds me of school – those times when landline numbers were written on a crumpled piece of paper and given to special ones. Then followed a series of calls, blank calls and careful murmurs right into the telephone receiver. Wasn’t that cool in its own sense?! Pour in your views in the comments section.. 😉