Cell phone in his left hand, a coin in the right, and a milestone ahead. James looked at the number already dialed into his phone, then glanced at the coin that lay in his other hand, reflecting the sun’s glare. The phone number belonged to his father who had left when James was but a year old. With a toss of a coin, James could change their relationship. He flicked the coin in the air, and it landed on tails. Tails. The side that would push him to call. Too bad he didn’t know of his father’s death some years ago.
February 24, 2011
Word Thirteen: Misfortune