Weekend with Rick
A cricket chirped somewhere in the room. Even in my sleep fogged brain I knew that it wasn’t right. Even half awake I soon realized that it was the phone. ‘Yeah,’ I grunted, after I found the phone on the floor by my warm bed. It probably hadn’t been moved in days. Hell nobody ever called me anymore. Everyone I knew just emailed me. ‘Hey Rick, it is me Willie.’ When I didn’t respond, he went on. ‘You know, Willie, the tow truck driver?’ ‘Yeah sure Willie, what can I do for you?’ I didn’t add...