Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge
He stood at the pay phone, short on change and on love, and waited for the last seconds to tick by.
“Please insert $0.50 to continue.” The automated voice chimed in before Lacy could complete her sentence.
The two of them were like peas in a pod. Damien, with his wild antics, and Lacy, with her calm demeanor. Opposites attract, and they were inseparable.
Who would have ever thought Lacy would be on the other end of what would have been a collect call, but Damien had $0.50 on him to spare. His last bit of change for a woman who changed him.
“I should have stayed outta that store, Dame. Ain’t no changing it now. I did what I did.”
“It’s supposed to be me! I’m supposed to be in there! Not you! Not you, Lace!”
The automated voice chimed in once again to remind Damien of the pressing need for more money for the call. Please insert $0.50 to continue. Please insert $0.50 to continue. Please insert $0.50 to continue.
“I AIN’T GOT NO DAMN $0.50, OKAY!”
Damien banged the receiver’s cradle with the handset three times to match the automated voice’s demand. The last words he heard from Lacy before the call was cut short were, “I’ve done time for both of us.”
He dropped to his knees, held his head in his hands, and sobbed for the love of his life.
The execution was scheduled for 10:00 AM sharp. He had forty-five minutes to save her. The spare change he had to make the call to her was his last.
David T. Pulman, Jr., Esq., sat in his oversized office chair, his hands folded perfectly in his lap, his hair slicked back in a greasy ponytail, and waited for the phone to ring.
It didn’t.
Time of death: 10:05 AM.
This flash fiction piece is in response to Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge. I couldn’t let this one pass when I saw the pay phone as the image from which to create. If you want to try your hand at it, go for it!
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