Photo courtesy – Hardy Carroll
Word count: 99
Michael’s knees cracked as he crouched. At six feet two, he felt it would be kinder on his body to be level with the phone than bend for the duration of the conversation.
After inserting the quarter, he dialed and waited. Schoolchildren gawked as they passed, hiding giggles beneath cupped hands.
“Hello?” She answered.
Michael hesitated. Everything he wanted to say vanished.
“Hello?” She repeated with a hint of sarcasm that he missed dearly; she had a quick wit and a lively mind.
“Miranda…I can’t do this anymore.”
“Mike, you’ve been a substitute for a week. Suck it up.”
Photo courtesy: Kent Bonham
Word count: 100
“It’s just a taxi, Todd.”
“Yeah but Em, it’s a Volkswagen! In Israel!”
Emily rolled her eyes, wishing she’d not worn the hoodie; it had been cooler at dawn but now she was sweltering. And irritated. Todd’s fixation with cars was sufferable back home but on holiday, she thought he should adjust his priorities.
“Todd!” She stamped her foot. “We’re not at home y’know. Stop fawning over your silly cars!”
Finally, he looked at his girlfriend. “I love cars, Em. Elegant or ugly, they’re amazing machines.”
With that, he saluted her, climbed in the taxi, and left her standing alone.