traffic

ring ring.
dad: i had a dream. we were standing at the road, our family and you. the car was coming, you didn't notice. stepped out into traffic. somehow dodged the car. stopped, turned, did a push-up. continued.
emily: meaning?
dad: i'm concerned for your health. are you taking on too much?
emily: can i put you on hold? i've got another call, three thousand e-mails, two teenage girls to find housing for, a bleeding marriage to bandage, friends to console and stories to assign. plus i'm trying to publish a book and apply for teaching english overseas. on second thought, will you be around if i call you back?
dad: i will be. will you?
click.