Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Drabble Nineteen


The tinny melody of Frère Jacques issued from Lola’s coat pocket. Retrieving her phone, she checked the screen before answering.

“Hey, John! What’s new?”

There was a pause.

“John’s dead. I thought you should know.”

The disconnect tone still ringing in her head, Lola wondered if this was some sick joke. She hadn’t spoken to John in a year, not since they’d split up. Now this?

As I pressed “End,” a wave of satisfaction washed over me. I was doing a good thing. Not done yet, I reminded myself, and accessed John’s contacts. Going down the list, I dialed “Mom.”

1 comment:

Embly said...

ooo creepy I like!