Let us write about: static.
Definitely feeling better again today. Still not fully clear of the cold, but I'm damned close.
As far as my take goes, if you're not familiar with Henri feel free to click on the label at the bottom of this post to see more of his story. He's one of only a handful of recurring characters for me on the blog, but I've grown very fond of him.
Julie's phone rang five times before she answered it, just before the answering machine would have picked it up. She held it a safe distance from her ear and grabbed a couple of pieces of notepaper with her free hand.
"Good afternoon," she began, knowing full well that her official greeting would be cut off. She was not disappointed.
"Julie, what were you bloody thinking?"
"Henri! So good to hear from you." It was difficult to keep the smile from her lips, but she managed. She knew he'd be able to detect it in her voice. "Could you speak up? It sounds like you're standing in the middle of a monsoon."
"That's because I am!" Henri yelled. "Because you booked an outdoor meeting in the middle of nowhere during monsoon season!"
"Did I? I'm so sorry," Julie said as she began to crinkle the paper. "You should probably take your taxi back to the hotel then."
"The driver already took off and I don't have his phone number - you never gave it to me."
"Oh dear! That is... unfortunate... he... back... right?" Julie said, leaving out more and more words as she brought the crinkled paper closer to the receiver.
"What? What's that noise?"
"... sorry... breaking up... call back... later..."
"Julie, don't you dare hang up that phone!"
"... connection... static..."
Julie returned the phone to its cradle, finally allowing the smile to arrive in full force. She knew there would be hell to pay, but he really had it coming after the map incident.