copyright-Rich Voza
135 words–Genre- Speculative Fiction
“You’ll call as soon as you get there?” her mother asked, not sure if her daughter really would or not.
“Yes, Mom. I said I would. But with the time difference, I have no idea what time that will be or even if I’ll be able to find a phone. We don’t have a phone at the apartment, Carl said.”
“I know. But try to find one. I just need to know if you’re safe. Japan is so far away and this is such a long trip for you to make by yourself. I worry about you,” her mother replied.
“It’s okay, Mom. I’ll be back in July. It’s only for six months. Everything will be all right. I love you. I’ll try to call.” And with that, she made her way down the jetway to the plane and off to the Far East and to her husband.
Great work, Marie!