The phone call about her heart came while I ate canned peaches and contemplated the grocery list. I had not heard my land line in over a year and for a second, I thought it was some kind of alarm. Avalanche or tornado randomly went through my head for some reason, neither of which occurs in New York City. While I thought of what natural disaster the sound signified, Simon came into the kitchen and answered it. He stood and listened to someone in silence and then abruptly handed me the phone. It was my father. We hadn’t spoken in… Keep reading“The Thin Black Line ~ Part one, by M. Brogan”