Text Messages from Mom
I woke up today to three new text messages from my mother. We buried her in April, but apparently not her phone.
“There’s a logical explanation,” says my husband, “Call your dad.”
“Why?”
“Maybe he found the phone and turned it on. They’re from the morning of the accident. They probably didn’t go through then.”
“Maybe.”
Instead I reply to all three of the texts.
“Did you call your dad?” my husband asks.
“No. I told my Mom that I love her.”
“That’s crazy.”
“Crazy would be to not take this one last chance.”
I wait for a response.
A 100-word story, originally published in Big Whoopie Deal
