One Last Hurrah
Ever since the sleep study, Lenny wore the diver mask.
“It’s your husband’s old mask,” Ellen said to Margie over the phone, her voice shaking. “I don’t know how he got it.”
Margie sobbed over the static. All but the mask had disappeared. His body vanished at sea.
Ellen trembled as her son Lenny blasted the music and played air guitar.
“He won’t take it off.” Ellen called out to Lenny, “Turn that down.”
But Lenny pounded his head into the wall until he collapsed.
Ellen shivered, taking off the mask. Lenny’s eyes appeared like dark buttons on a shriveled doll head.
‘”Margie,” he said, and rolled over choking.
I miss one week of Friday Fictioneers and I feel rusty. I drove more than a thousand miles and most of it in a two-day period. Why is it that we don’t have wings? Certainly, we need them now.
Please be kind. I’m just glad to be back.
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Genre: Mystery (106 words)
Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy