In The Hollow Of His Hand
While doing my laundry one Saturday morning, I got a call. It was an unfamiliar number so I was reluctant to pick up. I finally picked up.
“Hello” I said.
“Hi.” He replied.
“Good morning. Please who am I speaking with?” I asked.
“A pleasant morning to you too. It is Travis.” He responded.
Travis? Travis?? Travis??? I was scanning through my archive to see if I could find the file that was tagged ‘Travis’. Then it hit me.
“Travis!!!” I screamed.
“Yes babe.” He answered.
“It has been a very long time. I called at intervals but it never connected. I simply assumed you changed your number. I concluded that when you remember that I exist, you would give me a call. Here you are! Where have you been?” I asked.
“I am sorry for not calling before now.” He responded.
“You have not answered my question.” I challenged.
“I have been in school. Pop was transferred…” He said.
“You have no excuse. I sent several messages…” I replied.
“I am sorry. Truly, I have no excuse. ” He apologized.
“It is okay” I said.
“Thank you. How’s school, your Pop, Aunt K and everyone?” He asked.
“All fine. God’s been good.” I answered.
“It is good to know.” He responded.
“How have you been? How’s school, your dad and everything?” I asked.
“All good too.” He replied.
“Thank God for that. Uhm… Travis can I call you much later on Skype?” I asked.
“Alright. Take care of you.” He answered.
“You too. Bye.” I said and hung up.
In the Hollow of His Hand continues…