Daily story, August 9, 2025

From the back of the junk drawer, her last-but-one phone was ringing. Even muffled through the counter, the old ringtone made her throat tighten. She ran to the kitchen and pulled at the drawer again and again, until whatever unwanted crap was making it catch either fell into place or snapped in two. It was only with the phone in her trembling hand that she wondered how it could possibly be ringing. Then she saw the name on the screen: that was impossible, too.