Friday Fictioneers – Memories

This is my first entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and pointed out to me by Freya. Just follow the rules: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.) Comments are welcome!

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There I am in front of the phone box. I bite my nails and shuffle my feet. I keep checking the time. I am too early. I know this but I check anyway.

I pull the letter out of my pocket again and read it for the hundredth time:

Be at the phone box in Kennedy Street at 3 pm, the one with the funny sticker. By then I’ll have told my mum and we can finally move in together. I’ll ring you and you can come and pick me up.
Love S

This was 39 years ago. I have just passed the spot where this phone used to be after reciting kaddish for you for the first time. The first of a long series. You’ll never phone me again.