Payphone Stable Ronaldo Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, man.” The room felt smaller. Like the walls had shifted closer without warning. “Oh my God…” I whispered, running a hand over my face. “Ronaldo…” My chest tightened painfully, something sharp pressing against my ribs. I reached into my pocket immediately, pulling out my phone with shaky hands. Please. Please let this not be real. The screen lit up. And there it was. Four missed calls from Oliver. Three from Chris. And— Eight missed calls from Ronaldo. My breath hitched.

he asked quietly. Ray nodded; "I mean I don't think I have the money to pay for a call to the US", he said even as he handed him his phone. Accepting the cylindrical device he nodded, "That's okay, I'm calling someone in London", he answered, he clicked the button at the end, and waited as the phone, opened into a typical rectangle, the screen alight, searching for the keypad, he dialed the number from memory and braced himself, grimacing as if he'd tasted something foul, as soon as the phone connected he quickly straightened and sobered;