I cannot remember her voice. Years ago, I thought her words would never leave me. The songs, the stories, the dreams; all gone.
It was late. The answering machine blinked as I walked through the door. I listened as I cooked. Mom left a quick hello and an invitation to call.
I did not.
I was tired. I would call from work. I finished eating and went to bed. Two hours later, my phone rang.
“Mom’s dead,” my brother cried.
I would never talk to her again. Twenty years later, I cannot remember her voice.
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Lynda Spargur
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Writer, dreamer, creator of new imaginary souls. Using my experiences to develop a better future. Crime stories, baseball and The Beach Boys are my passions.
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