Mrs. Branson Calling
by Johnny Compton
He checked the slip of paper in his pocket yet again. Kayla: 555-6213. She had drawn a smiley face encircled by small hearts after the last digit. She was young, a few weeks past her twenty-first birthday if she had been honest with him, and chances were it would not develop into anything serious, but she seemed nice and Shaun was a hopeless sucker for a nice girl. Maybe it was the alcohol applying a rosy tint to his immediate memories of her. Then again, maybe he genuinely was enamored with her, and she with him. Hell, she must have seen something she liked in him; she had even bought him few drinks. A small gesture, but he had been out before with girls who were undoubtedly interested in him but hadn’t bothered to pay for their own drinks, much less buy him one. So maybe…
About the Author
About the Narrator
Writer, musician, podcaster, kick-ass husband, and father. A New England native, Phil Rossi is currently a resident of Northern Virginia. When he is not hunkered down in the studio creating, he can be found either out playing rock music in the DC metro area or frolicking with his seven pets.