AWDT Story
Author: Sappybeaver, Potterized I am one in the same!
Title: Phone Call
Pairing: Original first person fic
Rating:G
Beta: Jamie2109
I lived in a small town in Michigan. When I turned eighteen I attended the University Of Michigan in Ann Arbor to study Business Finance. Because of my good grades and a few scholarships I earned in high school I could afford to attend a Big Ten school.
In 1990 I graduated Magna Cum Laude, with a Masters degree in Business Finance and a great job lined up in New York at the Stock Exchange. I packed up my little life and moved to the big city.
A few years later I was winding down one night in my penthouse apartment atop the Trump Tower. It was near eleven o’clock at night and I had a really mind boggling day at the office and was in need of relaxation. I poured a glass of Merlot and put on my Tori Amos CD collection and reclined on my favorite chaise lounge. I dozed off quickly.
I was startled awake by my telephone ringing. I popped up and ran to find it. When I located it on the cradle where it should have been, I looked at the caller ID. Immediately I picked it up. A familiar voice started speaking and within minutes I had hung up and dialed the airport. I made a reservation for a red-eye flight, called a cab and ran to pack a bag.
My taxi arrived within twenty minutes and I was immediately driven to the airport. I retrieved my plane ticket, found my gate and waited to board. A half hour later I was on the plane to my destination. A few hours later I arrived there. I whistled for a taxi and was on my way to meet with the person, the voice on my telephone.
At my destination I had to take the elevator to the sixth floor. I had to wait a few minutes but then was on my way up, then finally there. The doors swung open and I turned left, I passed hallway after hallway then finally the voice of the person I was looking for said, “thank god you’re here.”
I turned toward the open steel door, I felt like my whole world stopped. I walked inside and there was my mother. She had been very ill and was dying. I walked up to her bedside and she turned toward me. She said in a barely audible, breathy voice, “I knew you would come.”
Just then my brother (the voice on the phone) walked in and stood beside me taking my hand. My mother smiled at the two of us then quietly closed her eyes and expelled what would be her last breath.
Title: Phone Call
Pairing: Original first person fic
Rating:G
Beta: Jamie2109
I lived in a small town in Michigan. When I turned eighteen I attended the University Of Michigan in Ann Arbor to study Business Finance. Because of my good grades and a few scholarships I earned in high school I could afford to attend a Big Ten school.
In 1990 I graduated Magna Cum Laude, with a Masters degree in Business Finance and a great job lined up in New York at the Stock Exchange. I packed up my little life and moved to the big city.
A few years later I was winding down one night in my penthouse apartment atop the Trump Tower. It was near eleven o’clock at night and I had a really mind boggling day at the office and was in need of relaxation. I poured a glass of Merlot and put on my Tori Amos CD collection and reclined on my favorite chaise lounge. I dozed off quickly.
I was startled awake by my telephone ringing. I popped up and ran to find it. When I located it on the cradle where it should have been, I looked at the caller ID. Immediately I picked it up. A familiar voice started speaking and within minutes I had hung up and dialed the airport. I made a reservation for a red-eye flight, called a cab and ran to pack a bag.
My taxi arrived within twenty minutes and I was immediately driven to the airport. I retrieved my plane ticket, found my gate and waited to board. A half hour later I was on the plane to my destination. A few hours later I arrived there. I whistled for a taxi and was on my way to meet with the person, the voice on my telephone.
At my destination I had to take the elevator to the sixth floor. I had to wait a few minutes but then was on my way up, then finally there. The doors swung open and I turned left, I passed hallway after hallway then finally the voice of the person I was looking for said, “thank god you’re here.”
I turned toward the open steel door, I felt like my whole world stopped. I walked inside and there was my mother. She had been very ill and was dying. I walked up to her bedside and she turned toward me. She said in a barely audible, breathy voice, “I knew you would come.”
Just then my brother (the voice on the phone) walked in and stood beside me taking my hand. My mother smiled at the two of us then quietly closed her eyes and expelled what would be her last breath.