Searching for the end of the road

He walked down the moonlit road; his boots hitting the wet ground in unsteady bursts, staring at the phone in his hand.

“Ring me back damn you,” why wouldn’t she answer?

The phone buzzed, not her. He sent it to voice-mail. He turns the corner, saw the house, saw the sprawled figure on the grass.

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