March 9, 2013 Hi, it's me — Christine. I can't believe you still have this number. That I still remember it. But there's your voice on the machine ... like no time has passed. I'm so sorry for your loss, Nick, for your mom. Can anyone else hear this? [PRESS # TO ERASE AND RERECORD YOUR MESSAGE]
Lisa Rubenson of Charlotte, N.C., wrote our Round 10 winning story, "Sorry for Your Loss."
Courtesy of Lisa Rubenson
March 9, 2013 Did you leave a message after our prompt? For Round 10 of Three-Minute Fiction, we asked you to submit a short story in the form of a voice mail message.
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March 7, 2013 YOU HAVE ... TWO ... NEW MESSAGES. Pickup sis. It's me ... Listen, I'm in jail — but I'm not asking for bail this time. I just need you to make some phone calls since I only get the one. First, call the administrative offices at the zoo, tell them the baby elephant is not missing.
March 3, 2013 Hey, Julia ......... it's me ....... Kind of glad you're not picking up — this'll be easier. Maybe. So. Here goes. I'm going to ask you to do something for me. It's not an ordinary best friend kind of favor — God, I wish it was. I wish I just needed you to pick up my dry cleaning or something ...
March 3, 2013 Hi, sweetie. I don't really want to say this on a message, but I just can't wait any longer. You know how we were snuggled up under the blanket in the park last week? Yeah, that was nice. Our six-month anniversary.
March 2, 2013 The llama was not my fault. Don't hang up! You probably hung up. How long is a voice mail message? Three minutes? Look, you're going to have to call me back. There is no way I'm gonna be able to explain everything in three minutes. You're not gonna call me back.
March 2, 2013 You're sleeping, I know. That's why I'm calling. I'm staring at the old Spitalfields church and someone is playing a bagpipe on a roof across the street. I never even wanted to enter a church before we came here. Now I'm crying in every cathedral. It's London, this city.
February 24, 2013 Hey, sweets. It's me. Found your note in the crisper. So sneaky! Glad to know you'll miss me more than fresh produce even when you're facing a year's worth of dehydrated broccoli and beefish bits. Spam! Made me smile. And sad. Did you hide more?
February 24, 2013 First of all, I'm not sure you know this, but there's no need for you to say, "Leave a message after the tone," because the automated woman says that immediately after you. It's redundant. I thought you should know.
February 23, 2013 Hey mom, it's Kelsey, sorry for calling so late. I'm kinda glad you didn't answer though, this is will be easier if I can just let my words dribble out without any interruption.
February 23, 2013 Dude, yeah. It's me. Look, what is the deal? Where are you? You haven't responded to a single email. Everyone is worried, man. We checked your Facebook and you haven't updated your status in a week. A freaking week. You haven't even liked anything. And you like everything. Like. Like. Like.
February 17, 2013 Oh, um, hey Sarah, this is Brad Davis from Slingshot and, um, I'm pleased — Hold on: your greeting there on your voice mail kind of threw me off. Did it seriously say "you have reached Sarah Wellman. Please leave a message"? It did, didn't it? Wow.
February 17, 2013 Hi Mom, it's me, I guess you're out. I'm trying to follow this recipe and I was hoping you would know what I could substitute for a half cup of butter. I figure probably oil or something but it would be nice to know from someone who has first hand experience.
February 16, 2013 Hey Jimmy, it's Kevin. Pick up if you're there. We just pulled up to your cabin. What? Oh. Ellen says hi. Annie too, but she's sleeping in her car seat. Anyway, it's pitch black. No lights on in the cabin. You said you'd leave the porch light on.
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