A Widow Gets an Unexpected Phone Call 474 words
"Who is this?"
"No. . . it can't be. You're dead."
"I know, it's crazy right? Every year ending in the number nine we're allowed to make direct contact with a loved one, but I haven't been dead long enough to appear to you in person. So, I'm only allowed to call you."
"What? I don't understand. Wait, if it's really you, what's my favorite song?"
"Killing Me Softly with His Song by Roberta Flack."
"Okay, remember when we first met? We were at that party at the Morrisons'. You were so beautiful in that sundress and you wore a flower in your hair. I finally worked up the nerve to go over and talk to you and--"
"And you said, 'Did you know that guitarists give very good massages?'"
"I thought you were going to slap me."
"I should have."
"You gave me your number anyway. I really enjoyed our relationship and being married to you. Looking back, I wouldn't change a thing about it, except--"
"Yeah, I just want to know, what made you do it? I mean, come on, autoerotic asphyxiation? I am your wife, for crying out loud! Why would you have to do that?"
"I wished I had a logical answer for you. I relapsed in a big way; you knew it wasn't the first time I'd done that; but, that time, the odds were against me and I lost. I regret it every day; I won't get to know and help raise our daughter; can you forgive me?"
"You know I do."
"Which brings me to the reason I called. You had a fight with Nick. I know you said you would never date a musician again, but give him a chance; he's a decent guy. He loves you and Piper."
"But, he's not you."
"Shannon, I can't come back; I wished with everything in me that I could. I see you raising our daughter and handling the business without me; you're way smarter than I ever was; you're so much stronger and I'm so proud of you. When you cry at night in our bed, wishing I was there to hold you; I see you and it breaks my heart. Nick can love you better than I ever could and he'll never let you down the way I did. Promise me you'll give him a chance, okay?"
"I have to go now."
"Eddie? Am I ever going to hear from you again?"
"You'll see me in the leaves when the wind blows through the trees, you'll see me when dandelion seeds float in the breeze. When the breeze blows against your face with a gentle caress, that'll be me. My time's up, I gotta go."
"I love you, Eddie."
"I love you, too, Shannon, always and forever."
The Dialogue 500 contest entry January 2019 : A call from a dead relative prompt