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| Topic Started: Saturday, 17. October 2015, 07:08 (84 Views) | |
| Ricky Lokquhor | Saturday, 17. October 2015, 07:08 Post #1 |
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How long had it been? Almost thirty years? Astounding! And yet, one of the first threads of thought that wound through Ricky's brain when he landed in London was that he'd heard that Dejan was probably there. And it sat there, a bright ray of claret-coloured light, a promise of something that was not new and potential lethal, and a potential pitfall. Where was that number? Ricky fishes out his phone, wincing as always at the strangely unnatural feel of it. He has everything plugged into the thing. He taps the screen several times with his thumb and then trails his index finger upward, twice, and again... there! The cellular phone feels violently heated against his ear, so much that his hand holds it slightly away from his ear. He can still hear the ring almost too clearly, holding on as it plays through some ugly interminable Muzak piece he doesn't know how to change out. Then a click of other sound. "Dejan?" his rich, soft tenor voice sounds tentative, delicate, like someone ought to come to his rescue. Nevertheless, he trusts its beauty and its timbre to tell his old acquaintance who is speaking without introducing himself. |
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