West Allis, Wisconsin
“Call for Richard, call for Richard, call for Richard,” rings from the sidewalk below our home.
“There’s that pesky Bobby again,” Mother groans. She rises from the living room chair. “Why doesn’t he come to the door like everyone else?”
“Call for Richard, call for Richard, call for Richard.”
“Okay, okay, okay I hear you.” Mother walks to the door. “What’s your reason for calling, Bobby?”
Bobby hefts his five-year old legs up the knee-high steps to our porch. “Can Richard come out to play?”
“Of course he can. Next time please ring the doorbell.”
I’ll dial again. Maybe this time, she’ll answer her phone.
“Hello, this is Debbie, who’s there?”
“Hey Baby, you’re home. This is Richard.”
“Hi Richard. What a surprise.”
“I thought I’d give you a buzz. I don’t have a reason really. I just wanted to talk.”
“Richard, you don’t need a reason to call. If you want to talk, that’s good enough for me.”
“Hi, Ben, it’s Richard.”
“I know it’s you, Richard. I can see your name on my iPhone. What’s up?”
“Ah, nothing much, Ben. I just wanted to talk.”
“Hey, Richard, got-to-go. Next time text me before you call. Give me a head’s up on what you want to talk about. Okay, Buddy? Catch you later.”
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Richard Wilberg, MS, PLCC, ACC
Creativity Coach for Personal Fulfillment and Career Success
About the Author
I write personal essays, creative non-fiction, flash fiction, and self-development articles from my home in Madison, Wisconsin.