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He hadn’t even reached the bus stop outside the hospital when his cell phone started buzzing. A mild frown creased his lips as he looked at the display. Normally he didn’t answer anything that came up as UNKNOWN, but for one reason or another he felt compelled to answer the line. Hitting the SEND button he placed the phone to his ear and said “Hello?”

“Is it over then?”

“Excuse me?” He recognized the voice, but was taken back by the words as he could picture the face of the speaker. She was a very attractive woman by the name of Samantha Fuller. They’d been working together at the World Link building for the past three years and had even grown friendly enough to be on a first-name basis, but this call was something out of the blue. If it was her that was.

“Is your mother gone?”

He felt a sudden flush creep up the back of his neck, but strangely he wasn’t angry or even embarrassed. In fact all he felt right at that moment was shame, shame that he didn’t care, that he didn’t even want to talk about it. Instead he offered her a single, noncommittal answer that was the best he could muster.


There was silence for a moment, then:

“She was a good woman, and she loved you dearly. Are you going to do as she asked?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He almost shouted into the phone as his shame was quickly burned up by fear and outrage. Who the hell did she think she was? Instead of an answer however he only heard her sigh across the line. Then it went dead.

Thankfully the bus showed up in that moment as it came to a complete stop and, letting out its customary hiss as the doors opened, seemed to beckon him inside.

(to be continued)


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