Code A

Okay, then. You want the Code A plan? The phone salesman looked at me expectantly. I realized I hadn’t listened to his last five minutes of sales pitch.

Code. That’s the thought that kept sticking in my head. If I could dream up an outgoing voice mail message that was in code, then the one person I wanted to know where I was going would understand. I could disappear, just me and my cell phone.

The mob wise guys wouldn’t have a clue . . .


Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

One thought on “Code A”

  1. Crash!

    “Damn it! Why do they have to make it so frikking complicated?” James stormed out of the kitchen, pliars and instruction sheet in hand. “It’s like some kind of stupid code or something! They ever hear of ENGLISH?!”

    He plopped down on the sofa, grabbing a throw pillow to mop his face

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