He picked up his cellphone and started scrolling through the contacts he had built up over the years.
Reaching her name, his heart skipped a beat. With his finger on the call button, he sighed, and put his cellphone back upon the table from which it had been taken.
He had intended to call her. But at the moment of truth, with just two millimetres separating a call from void, he realised that though he had mustered enough courage to decide to call her, he hadn’t quite mustered enough to actually do it.
Shaking his head in disbelief, he muttered “fuck” and went for a drink of water.
Donn, fragments 
Hi Donn
Wondering if you could email me cos am interested to see if you’re keen on having an interview for the NUSS Graduate Magazine for the upcoming issue?
Drop me a line on my email soonest possible then.
Cheers
Lisa