Kenny loved making crank calls, while he was drunk. Usually Kenny called his friends; this time he dialed a wrong number.
“Brad! What’s up!!!” He slurred.
“Who is this? Don’t you know it’s 3 a.m.?” replied the voice from the other end.
“You called me, you know who I am” Kenny said.
The agitated man hung up the phone. Kenny kept calling back.
Suddenly, a knock came at his door. An agitated man stood there, holding a gun.
“How did you know where I lived?” Kenny pleaded.
“Reverse number search…found it on the Internet.”
The gunshot rang through the building.
This is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. The story is based on what I wanted to do with the drunk idiot who kept calling my home last night. Click on the little froggy for more stories.