Hearing Ghosts
... or, the voicemail.
It doesn't happen often. I would like to think that
last night's call was
understandable.
It's funny. I was nervous as I called, even as late as it was. No one was going to answer- no one was still there. Unless there was a case today, and then, oh my god, what was I going to say, what would I do?
But it was the voicemail. New instructions right up front. A good decision.
Dialing the two-digit extension. Listening to the ring. Waiting.
Good to hear your voice.
Ghost voice.
Voice.
It's funny. I was nervous as I called, even as late as it was. No one was going to answer- no one was still there. Unless there was a case today, and then, oh my god, what was I going to say, what would I do?
But it was the voicemail. New instructions right up front. A good decision.
Dialing the two-digit extension. Listening to the ring. Waiting.
Good to hear your voice.
Ghost voice.
Voice.
Posted: Tue - February 15, 2005 at 05:00 PM
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