Ring!

Flash Fiction

Ring!

“Hello?”

“You owe me an explanation.”

“I owe you an explanation about what?”

“You know perfectly well!”

“I do not.”

“Don’t be coy with me.”

“I won’t, well I don’t think I will. What exactly does coy mean?”

“You know, coy, sneaky about something.”

“Is that what coy means really?”

“I think so. What do you think it means?”

“I was never sure. People don’t use it very often. My mother uses it all the time, I always wondered what it meant.”

“Why didn’t you just ask her?”

“Well usually she was in the middle of yelling at me for something.”

“Oh yeah, like I am!”

“Oh yeah, so about what?”

“About the balloons of course!”

“What balloons?”

“The balloons at the school.”

“There weren’t any balloons at school.”

“The balloons for the Trade Fair!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Janet!

“Who’s Janet?”

“Who am I talking to?”

“Isn’t this Susan Banks?”

“No.”

“Oops... Sorry, wrong number!”

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