Short Story #1 (Revision 2)
“It’s good. I’m almost done with it so I’m happy.” I clutched my phone so close to my face that it makes my face sweat, and all I could think of was the sweat/germ breakout that would probably cause me to breakout. But I clutched my phone closer. Australia. Afghanistan. Albania. “Happy.” “Yes, happy. That’s what I said.” I pause, sensing something in his voice. Something, I’m not sure what. “Are you happy?” “Yeah, I guess I am. How’s Mom?” “You should know; you were just here 4 days ago.” "Haha, very funny," Dustin said sarcastically, yet I could feel him smiling through the phone. "You know, when you graduate from college, you should really branch out more. You come home a lot, and I don't think that's good for your car or your back, especially if you're staying in Belleville. Remember what Dad said about the effect driving had on his back?" I listened for his reply, but didn't hear one. "Mom will be fine, if that