And there really was no one there at the other end.
He only talked to himself in the payphone booth to shelter from the cold.
Worried what people might think, I suppose.
Even so, he still said goodbye to himself when he placed the receiver back on the hook.
He touched the outside of his pockets to check he had those important objects that people carry about on their person these days.
Habit, I guess.
He stepped out of the booth to check the traffic was moving steady and fast and walked out into the road.
It went loud and it went quiet and then it just went.
Steady and fast.
I wanted to ask if the release was how you imagined and you must have known, because after you were gone the payphone started ringing and I answered it.