Open When Novels & Stories

The boy chewed his mouth, moving a little closer to Daisy. One of his feet kicked out of the blanket, put on Daisy's hips, and continued to sleep. The man held Daisy’s backpack sitting on a chair. Open the backpack, take the phone in his hand. “An antique phone? This type of phone was manufactured about ten years ago. How did she use it? It still looks quite new, even though it doesn't use cases, tempered glass, scratch-resistant, colorful like young people. Just press the power button. The phone interface immediately appears. Image of a fat lazy cat, stretching out to bask in the sun.

Without hesitation, I open my notifications. Run.

My finger shake as I open the text. It reads: "Where are you? We need to talk!"

Not raised. Not sheathed. Waiting.

when he opened his eyes. *************************************

I turned off my phone and cried all the way home. I went straight to the refrigerator to grab my wine. I needed to calm my nerves. I pulled out my phone, turned it on, and called Kita. "Hey , girl what's up? I'm kind of in the middle of some." She answered the phone out of breath. "Nothing, just call me back when you get time."

A long one. Then. The door opens right away.

Acre looks at me "Err yeah some time today would be nice" the blond woman whisper yells, I shrug, I don't think we have much choice, if there is anyone watching we are screwed". So we follow the woman down alleyways until we come to a grubby brown door where she takes out a key and opens it before pushing us all inside and locking the deadbolt. "Who are you?" I ask as she switches on a light, "Does it matter?" "Yeah" "I know who she is"

me? ****