DIAL THE NUMBER. STATE YOUR DESTINATION. CLOSE YOUR EYES.
That’s all the note said. Written on a scrap piece of paper tucked under an old, black cell phone.
John had used the phone once since he found it. “Home,” he had told the operator. He was surprised to open his eyes and find himself on the porch of his childhood house.
He planned to go a little farther this time.
“Operator. Please state your destination.”
“Wherever my wife is.”
There was a click. John took one last look at the headstone in front of him and closed his eyes.