The war’s over, can I come home?

Thought of FluxLife this morning.

Last night, around 9 pm, the phone rang and I didn’t answer, just let it go to voice­mail. It was from Florida, though, so I was afraid it was Bil­lie or Janis, and so — checked my mes­sages first thing this morning.

The odd­est mes­sage — it was a tired, gravely, tobacco-​rough hoarse voice of a man who left a short mes­sage to the effect of : “hey kids, it’s been a crazy week and I haven’t been able to get back to you. I’m sorry. (voice gets lower, more rough) I hope you had a happy Easter. I’ll try to call again soon.”

So the moral dilemma is/​was –do I call this # and tell the guy his mes­sage didn’t go through or do I let him suf­fer the con­se­quences of dial­ing the wrong num­ber? I decided not to call him but I do see the mak­ings of an amaz­ing visual short story here and will use the expe­ri­ence in my art.

A fluxlife wrong num­ber. Inter­est­ing, eh?

c