- Vol. 05
- Chapter 06
Image by Anthony Intraversato
All he wants is the sound of a voice a hello, how are you, how is life in the city?
All he gets is unavailable, the chance to leave a voicemail message, he tries to make it witty.
He dials the house phone just to hear his mother’s voice, a recorded message in bitty
hesitant speech. It’s a comfort in this lonely place where there is no pity
for a new face trying to fit in. He is a silhouette, a needlepoint in the darkening towers, dizzy,
from it all and longing for contact, a voice from home to warm his chilly heart.