Ring Ring

Flash Fiction

Ring Ring

“Ring ring” Sandy’s phone rang. Sandy had been day dreaming. As she broke away from her thoughts she realized she didn’t really know where it was.

Sandy was in her bedroom, supposedly cleaning it. She did start. But the first thing she found, as she pulled all the stuff out from under her bed, was her photo book. She had to look at that! She hadn’t seen it for ages.

“Ring-ring” the second ring. Sandy was standing now and looking everywhere, the ring seemed to have come from her closet side. Stepping over things, the third ring came!

It wasn’t near the under the bed pile. It sounded like it was near the closet. She started pushing things around, thinking maybe she could get a better direction if it rang again. Some people would give up before these many rings.

Finally, she saw it, layng on top of her yesterday jeans. She rushed over and grabbed it, but it was too late. The caller had given up.

Looking around her room, she suddenly realized why it bothered her mother so much. Not because it was a mess, but because you couldn’t find anything in a hurry! The rest of the day found her actually cleaning her room. Still no call back, but suddenly she started finding things she hadn’t seen in ages! It was kind of exciting!

Just as she finished, the phone rang again. She grabbed it before the second ring! It was Susan.

“Where were you? You missed the whole thing! You’ll never believe what I found.”

“What thing? Found where?”

“Downtown and you missed it! I found a ten-dollar bill!”

Sandy looked around at her room, She’d, actually found sixteen dollars just while cleaning!

“You lucky girl!” she said, but she kind of meant, herself…”