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BOXES!

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BOXES! … a drabble for Fri Flic

The light is blinking on an answering machine in a Chicago third floor walk up.

Click… ‘It’s me Ethel, call me!’

“What’s up now, Ethel?”

“Get over here right away, Cheryl!”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, what’s the rush?”

“Boxes, Cheryl, boxes full of food.”

“Oh for crying out loud! I’ll be right over.”

It’s times like this that Cheryl wished they didn’t live so close. Ethel had recently gotten an iPhone and was going crazy ordering things on Amazon. ‘Boxes of food?’

“Thanks for coming, what am I going to do, they’ll spoil.”

“Better put your Blue Apron on, Ethel.”

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This week Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields chose a lovely photo belonging to Dale Rogerson for the Friday Fictioneers to find a story in. Dale can be found writing at A Dalectable Life.

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Here they are… 

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