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Cell phone and a burial

September 26, 2007 Leave a comment Go to comments

Mike’s cell phone rang. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and cleaned his hands on the cloth held by his work belt.

It was his wife calling.

“How’s work today, Mike?”

“You know how it is everyday, dear. Is there any problem at home?”

“No, no… just wanted to inform you that our neighbor, old Steven, died just a couple of minutes ago.”


“Yeah… it’s sad. He was a good man. Listen, Mary wants you to be there for the burial.”

“I will be. Tell her that I will be over there to help once I am done with work here.”

“Ok. See you back home soon”.


Mike slipped the cell phone in to its pouch and went back to shoveling the mud over the coffin, which lay 6 feet under.

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