Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Snow? Again?

Someone has majorly pi**ed off the winter gods. It's snowing again and snowing hard. I'm tired of moving this stuff out of my way so I can drive off. I'm just glad we only have to drive to Howard on Christmas.

December 22--It's Sunday morning. The phone rings. The sunlight had barely begun to peek around the edges of the curtains that Sunday when the phone rang. Kay felt a cold clutch in the pit of her stomach. She sat up straight in bed and reached for the aqua princess phone on her bedside table. "Hello?" There was no answering voice asking for help or drunk dialing or apologizing for a wrong number, just dead air. "Hello?" she said again a little louder, a little firmer. Still no sound, not even breathing. As she reached to hand up she thought she heard something and pressed the receiver back to her ear. "Kay," breathed an unfamiliar voice, "Kay. Kay." There was a long exhale on the last "Kay" and then the sound of the phone falling onto something wooden. Then nothing. The cold in her stomach spread outward to her limbs as she stared at the phone in her hand as if it had sprung up and bitten her.

Happy shoveling!
--Barbara

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