The Pink Phone – A Short Story #WDYS 129

Its saccharin ringing pierced her quiet time with a bitter aftertaste. It was the third time this morning that the disconnected old pink phone on her cluttered nightstand in Dayjah’s tranquil cottage on the Louisiana bayou rang. It was three in the morning. Dayjah wanted time to meditate before… what was to come later today,Continue reading “The Pink Phone – A Short Story #WDYS 129”