Stories Yet To Unfold
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"Hello?" The buzzed headed man answered his ringing cell phone half asleep as he tried his best to shield his eyes from the sunlight streaming through his window.
"Were you asleep?" The young girl on the other end of the line asked him. He could already tell she was aggravated.
"No, of course not." He replied as he pulled the phone away from his head to check the time. He cursed to himself as he realized what time it was. He was late.
"You do realize it's Friday and Hannah has been sitting by the door for almost an hour waiting on her dad to come pick her up for the weekend, right?"
"Shit, give me hour. I'll be there to come pick her up."
“Yeah, hurry up.”
With that he hung up the phone and dragged his tired body out of bed heading for the shower. He had just gotten back from tour the day before and had yet to get back into his normal routine of home life. Band practice Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and picking up Hannah on weekends when ever he was home as well as every other holiday and six weeks out of the summer.
"Were you asleep?" The young girl on the other end of the line asked him. He could already tell she was aggravated.
"No, of course not." He replied as he pulled the phone away from his head to check the time. He cursed to himself as he realized what time it was. He was late.
"You do realize it's Friday and Hannah has been sitting by the door for almost an hour waiting on her dad to come pick her up for the weekend, right?"
"Shit, give me hour. I'll be there to come pick her up."
“Yeah, hurry up.”
With that he hung up the phone and dragged his tired body out of bed heading for the shower. He had just gotten back from tour the day before and had yet to get back into his normal routine of home life. Band practice Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and picking up Hannah on weekends when ever he was home as well as every other holiday and six weeks out of the summer.