by Copper Rose
“What are you waiting for?” Melanie shoved her torn and bleeding body inside the ancient phone booth behind Esther after racing through the streets. The other trick-or-treaters had gone home. She yanked the door shut on the hem of Esther’s fairy princess costume. A rabid wolf from the pack ripped at the exposed material. A crow slammed into the booth, a crack in the glass exploded at face level.
Somehow, the old landline was still intact. Esther listened to the dial tone, her ear pressed tight to the receiver. “I’m going to call—it’s just …”
“Oh, stop. I’m tired of your excuses.”
“It’s not an excuse.” Esther had dropped her wand, and clutched her dead cell phone in her other hand. “This is different.”
“What’s different about it?”
“The last person to place a call left their finger in the dialer.”
Melanie’s gaze shifted sideways then, in order to get a better look at Esther, the soft plump girl she’d followed into the booth. Melanie flashed a row of razor-sharp teeth, and licked her lips as she smoothed her hands down the length of her zombie costume. “Oh good, they left me a snack before the main course,” she said as she carefully set her bag of candy on the floor.
Julie Eger writes under the names Julie Eger, A.J. Lawdring, and Copper Rose. She perforates the edges of the page while writing, believes anything is possible for those who believe anything is possible, and lives in Wisconsin with her husband and a black Golden Doodle. She has raised two sons and has been accused of playing well with others. Credits include seven anthologies at Clarendon House Publications, and numerous online journals and other anthologies. She also understands there really is something about pie.