My wrists and back were sore after 2 hours of writing. I stretched out my back to loosen the rigid muscle, and there was a cracking sound coming from it. I glanced at the clock on the wall as I rotated my wrists around. It was almost lunchtime. I was too engrossed in what I was doing, I didn't notice the time flew so fast.
I threw the pen in my hand, intending to take a break. What should I make for lunch? Shall I make a quick lunch, or should I try the new recipes I have found recently?
I made my way downstairs as I contemplated my options. At that time, my phone suddenly rang, interrupting my thought. I pulled out my phone apprehensively. Don't tell me it's Carla again. Couldn't she let me have my weekend peacefully?
I glanced at the caller ID and squinted when a series of unknown numbers appeared on it. I often got prank calls or advertising calls, so I was sure it was one of those two again. With a sluggish move, I pressed the answer button.
