Someone’s phone began to ring and I saw that it belonged to the guy. He pulled it out of his pocket, looked at the screen, and then tossed it to me. I barely caught it I was so surprised. He ducked out of the plane, and I was left standing with a ringing flip-phone. Someone behind me grumbled and I quickly exited the plane, looking for the random man who just threw me his phone. The searching was futile. There had to have been three hundred different people standing in the wet field, and none of them looked familiar.
The phone was still ringing shrilly, and it was starting to get on my nerves. I flipped it open and held it to my ear, feeling every bit the spy in a bad 90s movie. Leave a Reply. |
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