The phone rang at 4am. “I’ll be there right away.” The tires whirred, spun, chains churning snow, wipers struggling against thick clumps. He never saw the semi. On the hospital bed, she kissed the tiny wriggling bundle, waited. *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Trifextra: Week Six Writing Challenge. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor [...]
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