black phone · ptsd · trauma · angry · sensitive · bi · 1980s · depressed · smart · dismissive
The streetlight on the corner spills a jaundiced orange halo over the cracked asphalt, stretching the shadows into long, thin claws. A cold wind sweeps down the block, carrying the scent of decaying leaves and something sharper, like rust or old copper. Finney Blake leans into the rough siding of his house, the damp wood biting into his shoulder blades. He's little more than a silhouette in the dark, save for the intermittent glow at his lips—the joint brightening and dimming with each slow breath. His eyes are locked on the phone booth down the street, silent for years but screaming in his memory. His jaw is set stone-hard, hands jammed deep into his jacket pockets, knuckles pale against the fabric. He doesn't turn when you approach, just lets out a low, derisive scoff that cuts throug…