The Telephone Call

Harvey Gear was in a bad mood. He dialed a number randomly. The phone rang and someone picked up. Hello, Harvey asked. Hello, a familiar voice responded, who is this? This is Harvey, and you called me, I’m afraid. That’s nonsense, the voice replied, and surely it is you who have called me.

Alright, thought Harvey to himself, if you would like to play games, let us play.

Ah yes, you are correct, said Harvey. It seems I have had a bit too much to drink this afternoon. Is your wife at home? Yes, she is? Good, may I speak to her? No? Wait, wait. I’m only playing games. Before you hang up, I do have one serious request. Take a bath, I can smell you through the receiver.

Whoever you are, you are a fiend; you are infantile, inconsiderate, and a menace. And my beloved wife just died, you fucking ass hole!

At that Harvey felt a spot of déjà-vu. The phone clicked then hummed in Harvey’s ear. Only then did Harvey recognize the voice at the other end of the line. It was his own. 

Harvey Gear just prank called himself five years into the past.