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The Caller – Wayne Dean-Richards
My phone rang.
“Hello,” I said.
Heard someone pretend to snore, then hang up.
A day or so later, it rang again.
“Hello.”
This time I heard a TV in the background.
“Who is this?”
Whoever it was hung up. Caller number withheld.
I sat in silence.
Realised whoever it was, I missed them.
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Original photo by Andrea Piacquadio
Wayne Dean-Richards works with short stories and the novel. His work has been published in magazines and anthologies in the UK and the US. Some of that work can be found in his collection Cuts, available here
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