Missed Call

Wednesday knocked and then opened the door. Friday, or maybe Thursday, had installed the blinds making Monday’s office much darker.

“Good morning, sir,” he said.

There was no reply. Wednesday turned on the switch next to the door illuminating the office with florescent bulbs. He saw no Monday.

Wednesday knew that Monday had a home, somewhere. Or he thought he knew that, but it did seem like Monday never bothered going. He pattern unlocked his phone and found Monday’s contact.

“Do Doo Do. We’re sorry, you have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service.”

Wednesday hung up and walked out of the office. “Hey, Tuesday, do you have Monday’s number?”

“Yes,” Ms. Tuesday said without looking up from the party favors she was assembling.

“I tried calling, but it said his number was disconnected.”

Tuesday pulled her phone out, found the contact, and showed Wednesday the number.

Wednesday compared the two numbers. They did not match.

“Looks like I have an old number of his,” Wednesday said.

Tuesday looked at the number on his phone. “Nope. You see that part right there? The five-five-five part. Yeah, that means it’s a fake number.”

Wednesday noticed the dark circles underneath Tuesday’s eyes. “Huh.”

Tuesday touched the call icon. It rang once and then the voice of Monday came through the speaker. “You’ve reached Monday. Don’t leave a message because I won’t listen to it. I’ll just call you back when I see I’ve missed a call. Bye.”

“Monday must have been partying pretty hard,” Wednesday said.

Tuesday pressed the red hang-up icon and returned to taping the small, orange cones together.

“Okay,” said Wednesday, “maybe he’s just running late.”