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Playing Along with Flash in the Pan (Again)


Bare floors and empty cabinets taunted her.

Dizzy from absolutely nothing he could figure out he assured her it would all be taken care of.

The idea of a home was nice, but she felt as if he had no idea how to achieve it.

The constant ringing in his ears did not stop. He only realized what it was when he heard her answer.

A single word, “No,” is all he heard before she slammed the receiver down.

“Who was it?”

“Nothing.  Just a wrong number.”

He did not believe her. He could only hope it hadn’t been his call. He gave into the dizziness and fell, sprawled on the bare floor.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------July's limit was 150 words, this post comes in at 113 words. The word is call and instructions are at the bottom of the linked post. 

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Red said…
Oh, cool! I like this one!!
Red.

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