The receiver awaits your hand.

The receiver awaits your hand.

Someone has scratched 'SONIDO Y LUZ' into the pale pink plastic.

Call Melita.

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. . . . .

The line disconnects without so much as an automated message.

Call the Ultra Violeta fan club.

"The Ultras Fan Squadron is currently on hiatus due to the much-publicised international sabotage event carried out by barbaric enemies of the state."

"We apologise, but this is beyond our control. For questions regarding mailing list subscriptions please leave a message."

"Ultra Violeta reminds her younger fans that suicide and self-harm are not 'moonglow'."

"If you're struggling with Ultra Violeta's unscheduled leave of absence, please talk to someone. And remember - Ultras always fly formation!"

Leave the phone alone.

The receiver cord sways in the breeze.