Ficlets

Oh,dear,
its been hardly three days yet
And I’m longing to feel your embrace
There are several days
Until I can see your sweet face

I quickly grab my sticker infested remote and turn the volume down to zero. I used to love that song… Now it makes me miseable, yet I listen to it constantly.
I pick up the phone and call his number,which I now have memorized (although there are 18 digits).

“Hello,” comes a voice.

“Hi, I would like to speak with Jon, is he available? It’s Jill”

Jon’s mother likes a girl who is polite.

“I am very sorry Jillian dear, he’s at school”

He accent has gotten thicker since they moved back to Sweden.

“Oh, sorry.Bye”

“No problem sweety,maybe on the week—-”

I hung up the phone and turned the music back on.
Time differences may be the death of me.