The nursing home isn’t far, yet his family still doesn’t visit. Neither do his friends. In fact his only human contact is the staff who deliver meals to his tiny apartment twice a day.
A solitary existence for Eugene, one he would’ve never expected. But there is one thing that keeps him going: his midnight phone call.
Before bed he dials the same nine digit number. She never answers, but he doesn’t expect her to. He just waits for the beep before leaving a voice mail.
And the message is always the same: miss you, love you, see you soon.
The Weekday One Hundred 