Friday, July 14, 2006

Fifty five

She left with everything she called her own. With her chipped coffee mug. With their daughter. So he could start over.
Without them. Without any tangible trigger of a memory.

Later, she remembered that her giggly voice was still on the answering machine.
‘Sorry… we’re uh, too busy to come to the phone right now…’

Written in response to this by BB from Dilettante.
We've started a Friday rally of sorts. I'm tempted to keep this up.
Different takes in 55 words.