Phone Call (Changes)
The chiming of my phone woke me up. That must be Darin, I thought. We were going to the club in a few hours, so I had lain down for a quick nap. Eyes still closed, I tapped my earpiece. “A little early, dude.” “Hello, honeychild.” My eyes snapped open and I bolted upright. Both the voice and the term of endearment were familiar, but I hadn’t heard either in eight years and never expected to again. “Mom??” “Of course!” “Look, it’s not that I’m not happy to hear from you, but I have your ashes in an urn that I’m looking at right now. This is a little unexpected, is all.” “’That is not dead which can eternal lie.’ Lovecraft. The Necronomicon. Death is more of a transition than an end. I’ve been watching you since I left my body behind.” “What, all the time?” I was a little alarmed by this. Was my mom watching me...constantly? What had she seen me do? “Not all the time; I respect your privacy. But I’m worried about you, Tatum. You spend too much time clubbing ...