Which is what I was doing one day as I tried to find my dad. I’d called every place I could think that he could be with no luck. No one had seen him. I waited a bit and started the call list over again. Still no luck.
The reason I was looking for him is because I needed a ride. I had to be to a school function, my bike had a flat tire (I was out of patches) and I didn’t feel like walking all the way. But after no luck in finding him, I finally decided that if I were going to get there, I’d have to walk.
So, I grabbed my stuff and headed out the door. Then, seeing the shed door open, thought I’d better close it before I left. I walked over, starting to close the door—assuming I’d left it open—and there was my dad. He was working on something, I don’t really remember what.
I told him I’d been looking for him and said I’d called everywhere.
“Not everywhere,” he said. “You didn’t call here.”
“No,” I admitted. “But I was using our phone and you weren’t there.”
Apparently though, he’d been home all along. He’d been outside, when I was getting ready. And then, as I went out to find the flat on my bike, he’d come back in—through a different door obviously. Then, we’d missed each other again, as I came inside to make my phone calls.
A cell phone sure would have made things a lot easier for me that day. Or, maybe not. Not long ago, I was trying to get hold of my wife. I dialed her number, only to hear her phone ringing in the next room. No, she wasn’t home; she’d just forgotten her phone—which happens rather frequently. It was sort of déjà vu feeling as I started calling around... ~
Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, The Lana Denae Mysteries, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook at www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS and paperback on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Books-a-Million.