Blank Spot

Twenty years he had waited to return it. It was always in the back of his mind except when the opportunity to do so came along. It was as if a blank spot clouded his memory at each chance. Feelings of remorse at having waited so long, would they even remember? Would they want it? Had they given up on him? He knew it must be returned.

Without even a moment to think he picked up the phone and called them. As he punched in the number his hand waivered; miss-dialed. He started over, waited for the phone to ring. It rang once; he almost hung up. It rang again. The third ring; someone answered.

“Hello”

“Um, is Jason there?”

“Jason! Honey I haven’t heard from Jason in twenty years.”

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