The number that you have dialed...

The cold air seems to snap as the phone rings, I stretch up from my place on the red over stuffed leather couch with Becky twined around me her hands tracing circles on my chest, velvety blanket wrapped around us like a tendril of warmth and hesitantly walk to the phone.
“Ryan’s meats and smallgoods, how can I help?” Becky snickers from the wheezing red monster couch, she’s only wearing a tee-shirt and underwear, The teeshirt is black with lime streaks and paint splats, it makes her eyes and hair stand out vividly, the weather has turned so baddly the windows are fogged up. This call had better earn me money.

“Umm, I think I have the wrong number…” Ah that’d be right.
“No really, this is Sticky Records design branch, am I the right person yet?”
“Oh yeah umm, I’m Kyle from Phone Booth Romance, Doug told me to call you to discuss the new album cover.” I shuffle through the decrepid folders on my Ikea desk Until I find the folder labelled Phone Booth and open it, the two existing albums sit in front of me in full page colour xeroxes, it looks like someone had all the elements cut out then their toddler stuck them on with glitter glue.

“Hey man, I was thinking of waiting until it buckets down raining again, legging it down to a phone booth with two models getting them to hook up and steam up the booth, then go crazy with a photographer.” I pick up the phone cradle and walk to the kitchen, in the doorway I mouth the word Coffee to Becky, She nods once and pulls the velvet cocoon tighter around me tilting her head a little and chewing her bottom lip, I turn away quickly before I hang up the phone, a show of will power later and I’m walking into the kitchen.
The cream coloured tiles, the stained steel sink and the fading linoleum glare at me reminding me I hadn’t gotten the bleach out for atleast a month, I keep walking and pretend I don’t see them looking, if you ignore them long enough they shut up, like small dogs and children.
“Yeah sounds good, how much is that going to be?”
“How much did the last guy charge?” I ask
“Five hundred.” I look at it again and laugh.
“I’ll do it for five fifty.” He laughs. we say goodbyes and I hang up the phone and put the cradle on the bench top, it tries to jump back into my hands but I force it down and subdue it with it’s extra long cable.

Becky sneaks up behind me I pretend not to hear her, her arms loop around my neck and her lips brush my neck.
“The couch tried to eat me when you left, does all the furniture in your house have a personality?” I pirouette so I’m facing her and kiss her eagerly, The kitchen blushes and looks away.

The number that you have dialed...

A boy called Star

Melbourne, Australia

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I love these characters! so much fun to write, can’t wait until becky or ryan next grab my pen and urge me to continue their story.

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