A man puts the phone down

A man puts the phone down. He has just had a chat with his dad. They are not that frequent now, once a week, sometimes twice but that's rare. Their chats have become insubstantial and hollow. They are fairly short too. The two men muddle through their conversations as if they were pretending on some kind of stage. Both of them are aware of the futility of such an attitude, both are to blame by the pointless pain they inflict on each other.

Today, however, they talked naturally for a change. The conversation ran fluent and smooth, no traces of faint sarcasm or mild weariness noticeable. It was, simply, a normal talk.

A man puts the phone down with a satisfied face. Reacquainted, if only for the day, with the way they were. He can notice a wave of calm and peace of mind descending slowly upon him. And it feels good. It really does.