I'd like to start a telephone story for one and all to join in, with and whatever. I'll start the story and you are invited to add to it as a comment. Who knows what will come out of it, but I'm sure it will be something interesting.
The Story that starts with a Telephone
The phone rang and Justin picked it up. To outward appearances Justin was a tall man in his late 20's with a small goatee and mustache not small enough to be pretentious but tidy enough to be considered well trimmed. He had hazel eyes, a shock of very dark brown hair and a muscular build.
After saying 'hello' Justin had been listening intently and silently to someone on the other end of the line. He wrote some notes on a small pad on the telephone stand in a sparse but well appointed living room. He said, 'thanks, I'll be right there' and hung up.
He turned off the element he had been using to sauté some onions and pulled the wok onto a cool part of the stove. He switched off the fusion CD that was on low in the kitchen and strode out into the foyer. After looking back once into his apartment of 4 years, he picked up his keys, bike helmet and panier bags and left for good. The door swung quick and final on his way out.