The illicit conversation

Ellie had sneaked off to the cabin by the lake as usual. She usually “borrowed” her dad’s key without his knowledge when he went on his weekend trips with Uncle Tom. The tree on the grounds had been her refuge after her mother had left home.

While swinging her legs half way up the tree, she noticed her dad and Uncle Tom enter the cabin with the spare key. She listened horrified to their conversation and sped up to the nearest phone booth. When a male voice answered, she panted – “911, there is a bomb in Central Station. Hurry!”

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers.  Linking up here.

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