Challenge
Father's Day is coming soon...write about your father.
no rhyming - poetry or prose
The Voicemail
Late night
Early morning
Eyes open halfway to the morning light
Squinting, I turn over
Hearing high pitched familiar voices from the other room
My children needing me as always
But today I want extended sleep
To close my heavy lids and
Drift off
Again
Instead, I rise slowly
And stretch.
Following my children bounding down the stairs
My lead feet lead to the kitchen to retrieve my black screen, sleeping phone
I wake it gently, scrolling past images of last night
Fun
But then my world crashes with the look of one icon
A simple text, reveals something deeper.
Then voicemail.
Sister’s voice trembling, stuttering to get the words out…
Dad.
Dead.
Autopsy.
Phone drops.
Body drops.
Shutter the thought.
Where did you go?
And now I wish I had stayed in bed forever.
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