on the other side of the line

"on the other end of the line" UnAuthorized Riff on jadesfire2808's The Key

London, 1978

Jill fucking hated that telephone. Her job was to re-route all the calls Torchwood One received to the proper department or person, and to get rid of the crank callers.

Not that there were many pranksters calling Torchwood, but some idiots just liked pushing the buttons.

Thousands of calls flashed though her board each day, but when it came to a starving man on the other side of the world, there was just... him trapped on an outpost and her trapped listening to his ramblings on the static-filled line. And Jill fucking hated that telephone.

It's lit, dammit, lit!

I went to class. I read the paper. I ate brunch. I finished "The Left Hand of Darkness" by Ursula K. Le Guin, which I should probably do a review for.

It's hardly afternoon, and my brain refuses to turn over. All circuitry burnt out for the day - which is unfortunate as the day is hardly over.

I blame the journalist who wrote "The woman lighted three candles." in today's edition of the New York Times. = )

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Happy New Year, for all those using the Jewish Calender.

And, belated happy new millennium to those using the Gregorian calender!