The Phone Call

There was a tragic incident the other day as a young man was found hanging on a tree from a rope tied of his own will. A mother lay in wait of any good news from her son, but doubts of any good fade as the hours pass and the darkness befalls the day. Night has set in, no word is heard only grief be fills the heart. Worry is on the forefront of the mind. Phone calls are made but to no avail. Tragedy seeps under the door, hope is chocked, and light grows dim. Morning comes there is no brightness in the air. The day rolls on. Sirens fill the air, what could they mean. What does a mother think? The phone rings…
Written by Tim Barker

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