“My mother called me collect the other night,” the man said, “and I was surprised, because she’s been dead for over ten years.”
We all laughed at this. We were sitting in a writing workshop, sharing our short stories, and most of them were pretty bad. But this opening sentence about the man’s mother really got our attention.
We laughed but it was more than laughter. There was also sadness and regret for some of us who, like me, had lost our mothers and would give a lot to get such a call.