#Ongoing Adventure: Call Your Friend Reveille Back
A second call might help her realize how much you need her
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“Siri, call Reveille,” you command. Still seeing your home in shades of neon your eyes are gradually returning to normal. The wilted aloe is once again the shade of your neighbor cat’s gifts of furry dead mice. The leftover takeout containers are no longer construction vest orange.
The phone rings a few times and goes to voicemail. Although you blurt out a quick, desperate plea for your friend to call, you continue to ask Siri to call your best bud.
“What do you want?” barks Reveille on the seventeenth call.
“The recycling bin is singing to me. And glowing. It’s glowing!” you screech, a slight bit of terror infiltrating the baseline calm you were attempting. The tune in the background is louder.
“Are you candyflipping?” A wrinkly slosh of sheets tells me she’s adjusting her knitting needle legs, attempting to sit up. “I’m serious. Did you take that acid or molly I left on your bedstand?”
“No!” I yell, indignant. I honestly had thought the little squares of hearts were skin tattoos and the other rainbow pellets were vitamins. I’d chucked them into the recycling bin…
Wait…
© Jennifer J. McDougall 2021
Options:
👉 Dump the recycling bin into the toilet. 👉 Leave the recycling bin outside your neighbor’s door. 👉 Hide in your closet.
