A Flash Fiction Story

The phone rang, early dawn in the window

He answered tentatively, bewildered

“Hello, there handsome.” Her voice sweet

“Good morning, doll”, he smiled.

“Come play with me, the day is bright.” Honey dripped tones.

Shower, dress and on the street in a nonce,

shoes beating rhythm as he walked. She.

The voice of future possibilities, had called.

Twenty minutes from call to knock on the door.

The day begun.