The Man who Said Good Morning
by Ralph Gamelli
Louis McKalty had the drowning dream again that morning, the third time in a week.
Annette, who had grown more upset with each occurrence, looked at him solemnly across the table. You called out my name again, she thought to him, the coffee cup in her hand trembling perceptibly.
Who should I call for help if not my own wife? he thought back.
She stared down at the table. The sound of it... It was just awful.
Don't you think you're overreacting?
You didn't have to hear yourself.
Maybe I should, then. Louis opened his mouth, attempting to say her name.
What are you doing? Her eyes widened with horror.
A strange gurgling sound came from somewhere in his throat.
"Ah... ahn... an," he said.
She put her hands to her ears.
"An net!" he said triumphantly. "Annette!"