21 May 2006

32. Box (21 May 2006)

The phone rang.
‘Hello?’
‘Hang up and you’re dead.’
‘Who is this?’
‘It’s your mother; when are you going to come home and see me?’
‘I saw you last Tuesday.’
‘Don’t lie to me, Danny!’
The gun was cocked.
‘But my name’s Dennis.’
‘Oh sorry, wrong number.’
The line died.

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