By Guest Author, Robert Herring
“What?”
“Telephone.”
“Who is it?”
“I don’t know. What am I, your fucking answering service?”
Henry watches his father walk toward the house, his skinny legs shaking, his hands balled into fists.
Posted by: corisa | September 22, 2008
sounds like there is alot of anger here
By: Jean Carter on September 22, 2008
at 4:13 pm
Hurrah! Robert and Corisa unite! In, uhm, … story telling! 32 word story-tellers unite! Hooray!
By: Beth on September 22, 2008
at 6:08 pm
These things happen!
By: corisa on September 22, 2008
at 8:10 pm