All Keyed Up
Quilly | November 19, 2008
He answered the phone. She said, “This is an obscene phone call.” He sighed, exasperated. “Not again?” She said, “Yep. Put your hands in your pockets.” After a brief pause he said, “Nope. Haven’t got ‘em.” She said, “Then where are they?” He suggested the table in the spare room. Then he suggested his desk. [...]
O’Ceallaigh & The Quill
