Fiction

The Translation

I tried calling you earlier today but your roommate answered and said you weren’t there. I wanted to read a poem to you on your voicemail. I asked her if I could call back and she could let it ring. So I called back and had the page opened and ready to read from but your roommate answered again. Oh, sorry, she said. Wait ten minutes and call back, she said. I’ll be gone then and I won’t be able to answer the phone.

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