Before I can swipe left, you call.
All tagged phone call
Before I can swipe left, you call.
I was sitting in the car when the phone rang. The caller I.D. made me pick up.
“Sheila,” she said, looking worried. “Are you feeling ok?”
Only three people had the number: One never called, one was dying, and the last was my Aunt Sandra. When it rang that August morning, I stood and watched it.
I know. I dreamt it last night. A giggling tow-headed toddler girl skipping away from me in a meadow. That’s how I knew last time.