An Impromptu Fiction
"It's Jane London," said the voice coming through
my cell, "I don't quite know why I'm calling, but I've
been getting some calls from you which sound
-Jane London, I thought, the name was familiar. I
knew I had called her about a film project. Who
was she again? I began to tell her I was a director,
best known for ... but then my voice trailed off.
I just couldn't remember who she was, and I was
dreaming anyway, right? She wasn't really on the
other end of the phone.
Luckily or unluckily I woke up. The presence on
the other end waited a second or two more and then
hung up. Suddenly I remembered who London was -
the producer who could get The Return, my dream
project, made. I would never get through to her
again though I tried many times.