Archer
I’m heading into the squad room at the station to pick up some supplies when the phone in my pocket rings loudly. There aren’t many people I have set ringtones for, but this one? I hate when it rings.
It’s my parents.
Not wanting to make whichever one this is wait, I hurriedly answer. It’s always struck me as odd. They were so quick to get me out of their lives, yet they do everything together, including share a fucking cell phone. That’s right, they share this phone, which means I never know who I’m going to talk to when I put it to my ear.
Talk about a surprise every time I answer.
“Hello?”
I wait for the response. It’s always delayed as if they’re on some far away phone line. “Archer, it’s Dad.”
No fucking shit.
“Hey Dad,” I answer, wondering if he’ll continue on or if I’ll have to pull the words from him like teeth. “What’s going on?”