Eugene called his mom.
As the telephone rang he thought about how his mom never called him.
He thought about how when he was a kid he played outside with some other kids until the streetlights came on
When the streetlights came on all the other kids' moms called them back into the house.
Eugene never heard his mom.
He didn't have Caller ID.
If anyone ever called him he wanted whoever it was to be more of a surprise than the telephone itself, ringing, even if it was someone from work.
He always wanted it to just be his mom.
The telephone rang.
His mom never answered.
The streetlights of his youth turned on.
The telephone could be his womb.
Eugene wanted his mom to call him back inside.