Crimson-Tides

Hell's Kitchen, New York. December 25th, 2006. 0300 The phone began to ring upon the dark oak dresser next to the bed. He…hated that phone. At first, when he bought the phone, he prized and treasured the precious mobile as if it were an item of worship. Now, he often threw it against the wall in rage when the "one" button refused to work. As much as he wanted the phone to die, that Mozart tune refused to give up and the phone still vibrated loudly against the dresser. Groaning right about now, Lenn snatches the pillow from underneath his head and covers his face with it in hopes to drown out the awful Mozart. All seemed well once the phone s