I’ve been thinking about writing a story for awhile and these lines kept running through my head so I thought I’d post them up and see where it takes me. Might go somewhere and it might not. We’ll see.

The clock said it was 5:30 in the morning.

In a different lifetime and one that had since past, a call at this hour of the morning wouldn’t have been that unusual. But in this lifetime it was absurd.

I slid out of bed and shuffled out to the kitchen where the phone was ringing.

“Hello?”

There was breathing on the other end of the phone.

“Hello?” I asked again.

“Jack its your aunt Teresa.”

“Who?”

“Your aunt…the wife of uncle Don,” The squeaky voice said.

My brain finally processed the information.

“Yeah. Why are you calling me at 5:30 in the morning?” I said gruffly.

“Your uncle has disappeared,” She said with a slight sob in her voice.

“So call the police,” I said and hung up on her.