Sheila keeps a single voicemail saved on her phone; it’s the final recording she has of her father.
“Hey, kiddo. Just figured I’d try reaching ya…I’m sure I’ll talk to you later. Love ya.”
His tone still calms her when she needs him most.
A parent’s love knows no bounds.
Thanks so much for reading “Voicemail” — I hope you enjoyed it.
Please be sure to check back in on Friday for our next round of Fifties by the Fire. Here are the prompt/guidelines in case you’d like to write and share a fifty-word story.
Prompt: use the word wilderness in a fifty-word story, poem, or work of CNF.
Guidelines:
Make sure your piece is exactly fifty words. Feel free to use Word Counter or the word processor you use.
Write a title with the genre in the first line. (Example: Voicemail, Fiction)
The title does not factor into the word count.
Have a great week! See you Friday.
I bet this is getting more common. Well done.
I have a message from my dad left on our answering machine twenty years ago. Hard to listen to, but so comforting when I have the courage to do so. What a great story. It brought back this memory. Thank you, Justin.