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The Answer

By then, the only calls Robin received were requests to extend her auto insurance (even though she hadn’t driven in years) or to Press 1 to claim a credit rebate. She answered every one in the same way: Hi! How are you? Her voice full of sunlight and cheer, as if it were a friend she hadn’t seen for a while, or maybe her daughter checking up on her again, as if that night of rain-slicked leaves had never happened.

Robin always kept her cell phone with her, even during afternoon bingo or when watching a classic movie in the residents’ lounge. The staff would exchange looks as the phone started chirping and Robin answered with that same, familiar greeting. Usually, on the other end there would be a pause, followed by a bright, pre-recorded voice with another limited-time offer. But sometimes there was a small gasp—something human—and a silence that extended for a heartbeat or two. As if the caller were actually thinking about it. As if the next words could be anything.

spring thaw among snow banks a glint of gold

About the Author

Rich Youmans

Rich Youmans lives on Cape Cod with his wife, Alice. His books include All the Windows Lit (Snapshot Press, 2017) and Head-On (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2018). He is also the co-author, with Roberta Beary and Lew Watts, of Haibun: A Writer’s Guide (Ad Hoc Fiction, 2023).


4 thoughts on “<strong>Rich Youmans</strong>, The Answer”

  1. Rich–so much that is not said–“as if that night of rain-slicked leaves had never happened.” You did it again.
    bob baum

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  2. An excellent haibun. The feeling of absence builds until it is palpable. And what a superb final sentence. It gave me a glimmer of hope too. Because, as shown in the multifaceted haiku, anything is possible. Even when one is faced with overwhelming loss.

    A keeper, Rich!

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