Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Microstories: Just Another Day

Laughing, I answer the ringing phone before my teenaged brother hogs the line.

An unexpected voice responds, scratchy, distant, feeble.

"Is your father home?"

 And I'm rooted where I stand, curled small in my head, my fear building far too many years.


  1. Phone calls, knocks on the door are not always what we think they are.

  2. Wow! My imagination's running riot! FANTASTIC!


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