While walking, I could feel someone’s eyes on me.
Fearing, I rushed home.
As I entered, the phone rang.
It was a man, father's friend, he mentioned. We exchanged pleasantries. He was warm and friendly. We had a little chat about father, some old memory known only to me. I was shell shocked he knew this. When I quizzed him, he abruptly ended the call asking me to check the dresser.
There was an envelope from my father. Dated a week before his death. Words of strength written for me.
I dialed back. A message relayed, ‘this number doesn’t exist.'
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Sarah!
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
Ooh! That’s chillsome! 😬 But on the other hand... the words of strength should have been worth a bit of a chilly shudder! Nice one Verity!
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks, Neville! I mentioned 'Words of Strength' for those light sleepers and insomniacs (including me)
Neville Hunt over 2 years ago
...and me!
Christopher over 2 years ago
Creepy! I like it!
VerityAlways over 2 years ago
Thanks Neville and Christopher!