“Hey kid. It’s …. uhhh …. it’s dad. I’m here.”
Howling wind and feedback sent the signal fading in and out.
“Wherever here is. I think I found it. It’s on the train tracks … over a valley. It’s a steep valley, gotta be careful.”
Quincy squinted at the figure moving towards the tunnel in front of him.
“Anyway, it’s 4:30, Sunday the … 30th. It’s … uh … it’s October. Hey it’s your birthday, sorry I’m not there bud. I know you’ll tell your mom I’m sorry. She never believed me.”
The message sputtered feedback.
Quincy checked his watch, 4:29, the 30th of October.
Word Count: 99
I’m super late on this one. I intended to write it back on Friday, then I intended to write it over the weekend. Thank you to Rochelle for wrangling Friday Fictioneers.