Flash Fiction #2: The Restroom Wall

August 18, 2007

Today’s prompt: Invent a character who sees a phone number on a restroom wall. Describe what happens when he or she dials it.

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Long Distance

“Hello?”

“Mom? It’s me.”

“I know who it is sweetheart, I did spit you out after all.” Her voice was a Manhattan: all smoke and clinking ice. “Now, what can I do for you?”

“Just figure I should call every few years, make sure you’re not dead.”

“You’ve always known what I am, Charlie. I never made a secret of it. So you’ve got two choices: accept it, or go to hell and quit calling.” Click.

No Mom, I thought as I slid to the restroom floor. There’s another way. I started redialing the bold black digits on the wall.

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