Diary Lies

Dear Diary

A called me. Right after I finished watching his game on TV.

My phone rang exactly at the moment when the game ended. I knew it was him because only he would call me at this hour. It has become a ritual for us to talk every night just before midnight.

“Hey it’s me,” he said, “remember me?” He had a smiling voice.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I just finished the game.” He said.

…and he called me.