Megan’s phone vibrated. Lola’s name showed up on the screen. Again. Could she not take a hint?
Sighing, Megan tucked the phone away.
It vibrated again. A voicemail.
“I’m so sorry. I love you.” Lola’s voice cracked. She never cried.
Megan dialled the number. She couldn’t ghost her girl forever.
This is my entry to the 50 Word Challenge, hosted by @jayna. The prompt this week was Ghost.
