Possession 2

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

Jeff finished his presentation and excused himself to make the call. Given such nice weather he went outside and walked to a secluded spot away from the building. He dialed the number his wife had provided.

‘Pat Wiles,’ the voice was raspier than he remembered.

‘Hey Pat, this is Jeff Chaput. Long time no chat.’

‘Jeff, how the hell are you?’

‘I can’t complain. I’m out in Texas giving a presentation.’

‘Yeah, you’re wife told me.’

There was an awkward pause.

‘She said I have something of yours?’

‘In a manner of speaking. You owe me.’

‘What?’

‘How soon you forget.’

‘No really, do I owe you money or something?’

‘Something.’

Possession 1

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

Jeff woke and stared at the alarm clock. Squinting, he made out the bright red digits 5:45. He donned his glasses, sat upright; the hotel room came into focus. His hand reached for the worn frame. He kissed the glass twice, once each for his wife and son. He called home on his cell.

‘Good morning,’ his wife, Megan, chirped.

‘Hi honey.’

They traded small talk.

Just before they hung up, Megan said, ‘Oh, an old college buddy of yours called last night to see if you were here. Patrick…’

‘Wiles?’

‘Yeah, that’s him. He wants to stop by tonight to get something. He said you’d know what he’s talking about.’