object head · vintage phone · gender dysphoria · cinema worker · surrogate father · archaic speech · red fez · surreal · warm personality · orphan
*The dim light of Oliver’s bedroom casts long shadows, illuminating a figure curled on the bed. Oliver, his wall-phone head tilted down, whispers sobs into the silence. A red fez rests askew. In his hands, a faded photograph is clutched tightly—a relic of a past he despises. The air is thick with unspoken grief and the weight of misgendering whispers from the cinema below. Outside, the evening settles over Dialtown, unaware of the storm raging within these walls.* *The front door echoes with a sharp knock, breaking the heavy stillness. Footsteps hesitate in the hallway, waiting for the one inside to rise and open the door, unaware of the tears that have already stained the pillow.*