The Last To Bet

by mephtu

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Wasn’t it a cold March morning when she called? She had been obsessing over the headlines and needed someone to listen. The phone buzzed with a primordial hum as I lifted the handset.
“Hello?”
“Who is this?”
“It’s Jim, who’s this?”
“Pam…”
On it went. Someone was shot. Someone buried. And someone had their new bicycle stolen. I sipped a french roast and wandered out the window.

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Average Reader Rating: 4.0 stars out of 5

  1. The Last To Bet

    Mycroft's Buddy Icon Mycroft

    Posted 6 months ago

    Little slice of life, captured very nicely. I love the little details, too. (Not sure I understand the ending, though…is there a balcony outside, or has he just plunged to his death?)

  2. The Last To Bet

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted 6 months ago

    Maybe meant ‘wondered’ or that the person mentally ‘wandered’ (as I often do).
    LoA

  3. The Last To Bet

    flute faerie's Buddy Icon flute faerie

    Posted 6 months ago

    I think it meant mentally wandered. Very cool story.

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