Whenever

"A low signal calls for me like a blow to the back of my neck. I let two more go by before I pick up my cell.
- Hello.
It stays quiet for a while.
- Hey.
It is a dry voice that answers. It’s cracked and sounds like porcelain breaking. That is all it says, but that’s all I need. Before I know it myself I’m no longer sitting in mine and Monica’s summer cottage, but on a block of cement under a power line in a Swedish forest with Tina’s hand in mine."

This story is really short, so don't expect more after the first chapter.