Norman's kitchen phone rang. He ignored it, as he had for the past week. It stopped. He took another long sip of his tepid tea, and chewed meditatively on the stale biscuit. The kitchen clock ticked.
Norman meowed. Norman ignored him.
Then Norman's work mobile rang. He sighed, put down his paper, reached into his pocket and turned off the ringer. The call would go to voice mail. He didn't even have the password to his voice mail, and was perfectly satisfied with this arrangement.
He set the mobile on the kitchen table, and went to the refrigerator to browse for something more satisfying.
Then the mobile made a noise that he could not recall having heard before. It sounded bright and beckoning. Despite himself, his curiosity was piqued. He closed the refrigerator and walked back to the table to investigate.
On the screen was a blue bubble with some words in it. He had never seen anything like this personally, but expected that it was some sort of "text message". Probably someone wanting to sell him something. He already had more than enough cat food.
He fumbled in his vest pocket for his reading glasses. He gave the lenses an ineffectual swipe with his dirty napkin before putting them on the end of his nose. He squinted at the screen.
"Call me ASAP!!!" It was from his daughter, Cecily. He hadn't talked to her for the better part of a year, following her annual awkward "Happy Birthday" call to him. He just never had anything to talk about. He wasn't even sure he could find her number.
( To be continued? )
Submitted December 04, 2014 at 11:42PM by jxj24 http://ift.tt/1yrhuHs lifeofnorman
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