The phone rang,
I prayedprayedprayed
that no one would answer.
"Hello?"
The voice sounded sleepy,
I realized it was around midnight over there.
"Mrs. Johnson?"
I hated myself for actually doing this.
"Yes?"
She sounded scared.
I was talkingsoqucikly,
"Let me say first that I loved your daughter,
and I never wanted her hurt,
but I-I couldn't protect her from everything."
But this was such a lie.
"My God -
what happened?"
The only way I could think of doing this was to be blunt,
"There was an accident,
her horse spooked and she fell...
cracked her skull.
I'm so, so sorry."
But I actually wasn't sorry
so I hung up.
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This is a good start. But he just hangs up? no conflict? Who's the girl, why was she riding with him and why isn't he sorry?
This could be great if you added more to it, gave us a little more information. As is, I'm just left confused. -
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Yeah, that makes sense. I'll try to rework it. Thanks for the thoughtful and helpful review.
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you're very welcome.
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