The Bench: Laura Ferguson

"Hey, it's me," Linda said angrily. "I need you to come find me. I'm at the corner of 16th and Lake Street. Don't ask me how I fucking got here, you don't want to know. Anyhow, I figure you're my best shot, and unless you want to go up on stage tonight without a fucking singer, I suggest you get me out of this hellhole." Linda snapped the phone shut, unaware that she had completely perplexed the person on the other end. ---- Laura Ferguson put down the phone. She'd had it on speaker and both she and her daughter had heard it. "Do you know who the fuck that was?" She said, then gasped, covering her mouth.