Preface: Sometimes I daydream short fictions. I liked this one.
I pick up the phone in the middle of the night and on the other end is my Grandmother, light-years away. “Your Grandfather,” she says through tears, “has passed on this morning, threw a clot and had a heart—-” The line fuzzed out and went dead. I called Grandmother back; she answers and there are no tears in her voice, though I begin stammering: “I got cut off. Did he suffer much?”
The reply: “Did who suffer much, dear?”
“Grandfather.”
“Your Grandfather is fine, child, just as he’s always been. No one healthier.”
“Okay, sorry Nanna. I must have had a nightmare.” We hang up. I say to myself, “Goddamn quantum entanglement phones.”
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