Flash Fiction: Jim wasn’t expecting a letter, but Laura wasn’t expecting a visitor either. Neither got what they expected.
He had not been expecting the letter. Jim wasn’t surprised to receive it; after all, his wife had told him she was filing for divorce, but that was months ago, and she hadn’t made any moves. He sighed and put the unopened envelope from the attorney’s office on the table by the door, tossed his keys, and then shuffled to the kitchen in search of a stiff drink.
The whiskey poured and still burning his throat, he picked up the phone and dialed seven digits he had memorized but had never before dialed.
“Hello?” the gruff voice on the end of the line answered.
“Larry gave me your number?”
“Yeah,” he barked.
Jim finalized plans on the phone, and then took he his whiskey bott...Read More