Posted Sun Nov 29, 2015 | 150 Words | Tagged story birthday

I got a phone call at a couple minutes past midnight. I wondered who would bother to phone me, especially on my birthday, surely just posting ‘Happy Birthday’ on Facebook would be enough for people.

The guy on the end of the phone spoke smoothly talking about something and my mind started to get a little foggy. I felt a smile creep on my face whenever he said a certain word, but my head was hurting so much I couldn’t think as to what it was. Then I was certain I blacked out or fell asleep on the phone into a deep dark sleep, feeling absolutely nothing but a headache.

Fukk, fell asleep in me chair. Must have been propa wasted last night. Who’s this geezer still on the phone? Oh, it’s me mate. Course I was gonna get lashed on the town with me best mates on me birthday.