a different style for me. . .

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inspired by the_star_fish's latest. i'd say 'enjoy', but. . .



The phone rang.

The shrill tone cut through the humidity of the late Florida afternoon, and everyone froze. The cards fell from Frannie’s suddenly numb fingers. Ma bit her lip, closed her eyes, and recited the Hail Mary, her suddenly dry lips moving silently. Maria reached out and grabbed Tony’s hand so hard her knuckles whitened.

The phone rang.

Frannie turned wide eyes towards Ma, who was rocking slightly in her chair as she continued praying. Frannie slowly turned her head toward the phone. It didn’t mean anything, it didn’t have to mean anything; it could be a telemarketer, anyone.

The phone rang.

Maria moaned and buried her face in Tony’s neck, and suddenly Frannie was angry. Why had she agreed to come here? ‘Florida was safer’, ha! Waiting and worrying was always worse than knowing. She’d rather be in Chicago and shot by that bitch and know than stuck out here in Florida, waiting, waiting.

The phone rang.

Frannie reached toward the phone. It would be Ray, and everything would be fine, he and Fraser would be fine, and Ray would joke and laugh and tell them it was time to come home. . .her hand stopped moving. What if it wasn’t? What if it was Welsh, calling to say. . .to tell them. . .

The phone rang.

Frannie suddenly lunged for it, biting her lip until it bled. “Hello? Ray! Oh, thank God, Ray! Ray? Ray? Oh God, oh God, oh my God. . .”

Frannie dropped the phone.



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