kinkade

dia-the-thief

Thomas looked at his phone when it started vibrating, he looked at the unknown number and furrowed his brows. The hospital he volunteered for had called a few hours earlier, saying he should expect a call from a man soon, another veteran that had come back damaged from the war. He finally picked up the phone, putting it between his shoulder and cheek as he kept on grading the papers from the kinder gardeners he taught. 

“Hello, this is Thomas Kinkade-” He answered, the formality sounding awfully weird in his mouth. “Who is this?”