Retry

He thought of her today. Out of nowhere, somewhere in between emails and browsing and humming Satisfaction by the Stones, her faced popped up in his head.

It's been awhile since that happened. 19 months? Give or take.

He wondered what she was doing. Was she still in the city? Did she cut her hair? She probably lost weight.

He stopped for a moment, picked up the phone, hesitated, then put it back down.

What would he say if he called her?

"Hi. It's me."

Yeah, he'll start with that.