The Eight-Sided Triangle

It's early in the morning and your phone rings, making your eyes pop open. You stare at the ceiling for a moment, hoping that you're dreaming. You rub your tired eyes, trying to release them from their sleep. You sigh, rolling over and checking your phone. The name on the screen is one that you had dreamed of seeing there for a while but now dreaded. Okay, okay...maybe you're being dramatic. It could be so much worse, right? Right! 'But, he isn't even calling you on his own will!' your conscience reminds you. You reject the call, and the screen lights back up again just a moment later.

"What do you want now?" You say, staring at the ringing phone. You finally give in and answer the call. "Hello?" You can't manage to keep the frustration out of your voice.


(Q: Who's calling?)