White Noise

The Drabble 2018

White Noise

by The Drabble

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By Paul Beckman

My Aunt Edith called me and said her brother, my Uncle Lou, was dead and I should help pay for his funeral since he jumped out of his hotel window a couple of days after we met for the first time and she knows I must’ve said something to cause it. Neither of us spoke again but listened to the other’s silence. Finally I hung up the phone and thought back to my conversation with Uncle Lou and think I figured out what I’d said to cause him to jump but I never told my Aunt or sent any money.

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