No Time page 1 by ric gustafson
Bryson put his hand into a jeans pocket. He fumbled around for some coins. He began to leaf through a faded phonebook. He put the coins into the machine and found a number. He dialed it.
" Hello Father Time".
" Yes, my watch broke". His voice hesitated. " I need to have it repaired as soon as possible".
" Yes, we do fix watches".
" Can I come over right now?".
" Sure, we are at 5111 Advocate Road".
" Ok, I'll be right over".
He walked out of the phonebooth and toward the Ecosport.
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Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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