By Brian Anderson
His thumb hesitated over the contact
on the screen of the phone,
Should he call?
What would he say?
He looked up and exhaled slowly. His breath bloomed in the January air, which reminded him of all those years he’d smoked cigarettes and he felt a faint yearning to start again.
He looked at the bungalows on the opposite side of the road. They seemed to return his gaze, the particular slope of their roofs lending them a sympathetic air as he stood
on the driveway. He looked down to the phone again and realised that his thumb was still hovering in the same position.
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