The Phone Call

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty

While folding towels I heard the phone ring.  Dad’s Saturday call, I thought.

But, no, just someone selling something I don’t need.

Returning to the towels, I buried my face in one, remembering.

It couldn’t be Dad.  How could I have forgotten?

The phone rings again. I don’t answer.

 

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