Two Sentence Tuesday #48

            Tidal waves of boredom slapped Geoff from one side of the room to the other, as he waited by that infuriating telephone, chanting for it to wake the hell up. When the silence was broken and Tara’s name finally flickered across the display, Geoff could have danced, or sang, or ran a marathon, or climbed a mountain, or done any other Herculean feat the world might toss his way… except actually pick up the phone.