Premature

I had a sister once—for nine hours.

Sometimes I get lonely. Depressed. Like tonight, when I heard raindrops pelting the skylight and thunder rolling across the black sky, I had that same sad feeling I get when I hear the wail of a distant train whistle in the darkest hour of the night.

And I thought, how nice it would be if I could phone my sister and say, “Hi. How was your day? What are you doing tomorrow?”

And she’d say, “Let’s do something together.”

Ah, wouldn’t that be special?

 

 

 

Peggy Toney Horton lives in a small town near Charleston, West Virginia. She studied Creative Writing at West Virginia State University. Her work has appeared in Bewildering Stories, Page and Spine, Front Porch Magazine, Memoirabilia and other online and print publications. Her stories and poems also appear regularly in The Charleston Gazette. She belongs to West Virginia Writers.org and blogs at Peggy’s Ponderings.