Margaret was exhausted after her grandmother's funeral. She remained behind, in her grandmother's house to tidy up and to start boxing her grandmother's items away.
Her grandmother was a collector of sorts and had numerous items that were antiques hidden away in her two-story home.
Her grandmother's favorite item was an old, bronzed, antique phone. In this era, no one used house phones. Margaret knew this as fact because she remembered this phone never had service. Never rang. Until tonight.
"BBBBRRRIINNNGGG!" Margaret turned towards the sound.
A creeped-out Margaret picked up.
"Don't you sell my stuff!"
"GRANDMA?" Margaret gasped.
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Adrianne Kirksey
"TURN YOUR PAIN INTO PAPER"
I am just an old soul.
Victor's Daughter- (The Real "AK")
"The Writer of all Wrongs"
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