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.




2 comments:

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

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

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