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The Cell Phone
a short story by Mary M. Isaacs
It was early in the afternoon. He had taken a break from walking and was sitting on an old bench in the park of the little town. It seemed like a nice place to live; he was glad that he’d had a chance to see it before leaving the state. While he rested his feet, he took a water bottle from his backpack and had a drink before putting it away. He would look for a cafe or a grocery store deli while heading to the bus station. There was a long road ahead of him, and he would need food and more water for the journey.
The phone in his jacket pocket rang. He took it out, looked at the display for a moment, and then decided it was okay to answer right now. He held the phone up to his ear as he leaned forward, elbows on knees. “Hello.”
Her voice sounded like it always did now: controlled, tentative, intentionally neutral. “Hi, Jack. How are you?”
“I’m all right.”
A pause. Then, “Where are you these days?” The question was said in a light tone, but that didn’t fool him....
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Mary M. Isaacs
copyright 2019
The complete story, "The Cell Phone" is included in the collection, Holy Innocence, found on the right sidebar
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