Under the Hill Part 2: black phone
The black phone rang. “Hello, health department.” She used to have a life outside of the cramped cubicle. Typical space for a government job, it was intended for the eight-hour day. Putty fabric stretched over a metal frame, meant to be functional, nothing personal, just a cube for serving others. The desk: enough for a monitor, a phone,…
Works by that guy named Bill 