The Long Walk Home
I heard his voice in my ear, from the other side of the phone. I’d called after working my shift, a full 8 hour day, to see if he needed me to pick up anything before I headed home. I was walking, because the car has been in the shop for almost a month. I knew it would take me a while to get home, and it was late. I was hoping it would be something simple that he’d need, or nothing at all. My feet were killing me, and at this hour the lines would be horrible.