"Goodbye." -Mal
Send me "Goodbye" for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.
"Hey, Mal!" Antonia’s voice sounded bright and cheery. "I wanted to invite you over for dinner and really cheesy movies tonight, and there’s somebody at my place who can’t wait to meet you. She’s been trying to play with Darcy’s tarantula…. Somehow, I think that’s a bad idea." There was a laugh there.
She was silent for a moment or two, trying to remember what else she had to say. “Oh yeah, time! Come around about six or seven, before it gets too cold and nasty. It’s supposed to rain tonight, and yes, I know that’s the norm around here. I’ve lived here longer than you have.” Her tone was teasing, like it usually was.
There was a sound in the background, the sound of a crossing signal. She must have been crossing one of the roads to get back home. “Call me later, okay? Bye, Angel!” She would have ended the call there, if an impatient driver hadn’t tried to run through the red light and slammed right into her. There was a harsh breaking sound as the phone met the road several feet away and someone panicking, screaming for an ambulance.
It came too late.
