Creative Writing - journal 5

[g0shawk]

Prompt: The phone rings and rings and rings in the middle of the night. It keeps ringing after the machine picks up. Finally you answer it-groggy, irritated, and befuddled. It’s the call we all dread and yet know will come more than once in our lives …

The narrator’s (closest friend, lover, parent, brother, sister, you decide who to kill…)

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[g0shawk]

I was crying while I wrote this :(

No, not yet, thank goodness. My grandpa died when I was like 3, tho. :(