Time to Let Go… (FridayFictioneers Drabble)
Word Count: 100
When he wanted to talk to her, away from the prying ears of his family, he’d walk to the railway station nearby. He’d always use the telephone booth seventh to the right of the entrance. He had done it so many times that she even knew when he’d call.
Then she suddenly stopped talking. The calls from his home went to voicemail. He waited a week, and then went to the booth. He had to know why. Just as he reached, the telephone rang. Surprised, he answered it.
“Time to let go,” she said, and then cut the call.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
28th July, 2017)