Flash Fiction Friday. Concern. Katie Lewington. My sister and I rarely communicate. This was only going to be bad news. Advertisements It took me three days to call my sister, who had text me twice to say please ring me. She had left a voicemai message I had not wanted to hear. Our mum had been in hospital and was recovering at home. My sister and I rarely communicate. This was only going to be bad news. Share this:EmailFacebookTwitterTumblrGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: Idontwearahat. Katie is a published poet, reader and reviewer. View all posts by Idontwearahat.