Waiting for a Call
When you obsess over one thing your life narrows to a pin prick.
Right then, my tunnel vision was locked onto the payphone in front of me. The same payphone I’d been coming to for the last seven years. At the same time. Every night. Without fail.
The payphone was my gateway to put things right, even if things could never go back to the way they were. All I had to do was wait.