This is the first of the short stories inspired by YOU, my dedicated readers. I appreciate all of you so much, and the contest I held a while back was only the beginning of showing you how deeply I appreciate your following my blog. This short story is a little longer than I intended, but once I began discovering the characters and situation, I simply couldn't stop until they'd had at least a piece of their say. In fact, I'm thinking of expanding this one into a full-length novel at some point. After you read it, please tell me: What would you think about this one becoming a full-blown novel?
*Copyright 2018 by Andrea Cox.
*Copyright 2018 by Andrea Cox.
Last to Call
inspired by Angela R. Watts
An owl screeched as Tristan tromped through the dusk-shadowed
Garden of the Gods park. It was his favorite place to think after a long day’s
work at the shop. Being a mechanic was tough, but he wouldn’t trade it for
anything.
He checked his phone. No texts or
voice mails. Why was it that the one person you wanted to ring you was always
the last to call?







