A Conversation Between Angels XVII

“I found one.”

“One what?”

“A cell phone.”

“Oh no you’re not.”

“I just want to call my kids and let ‘me know I’m alright. With the crash I didn’t get to say goodbye.”

“You can’t. We’re not supposed to communicate direct.”

“Look I’ll just call one; the good one that didn’t always let my calls go to voicemail.”

“Oh man-”

“Just keep an eye out for God and his goody two shoe minions.”

“Hey I’m not-”

“Just watch.”

“Fine.”

“Damn. Damn damn damn damn damn.”

“What?!”

“No signal.”

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3 thoughts on “A Conversation Between Angels XVII

  1. Well that’s not right.

  2. That’s great!

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