Unforeseen
Unforeseen. By Tanya H. With uncanny timing John called me just as I finished drying from my morning shower. With the usual happy smile his ringtone always lifted from me I dashed across the bedroom to grab the phone. He'd been on night shifts and the couple of days since I'd seen him last had dragged like endless algebra. "Hiya, Nat,'" he said and my silly smile spread further - the way he made my nickname sparkle! I closed my eyes, imagining that he was sitting beside me on my...