jukebox | dodie clark

chapter one

tessa had brought some pizza home for lunch, when the phone rang. naturally, i picked up.

"hello? is this dodie clark?" a seemingly cheerful voice on the other end asked.

"yes, may i ask who's calling?" i replied confusedly.

"gracie bennett. from primary school." the voice answered. 

i didn't know a gracie bennett in primary school.

"i'm sorry, i think you have the wrong dodie clark." i blurted out without thinking, subconsciously knowing i was clearly the only living dodie clark.

"no, it says right here. dorothy ann clark." gracie replied gleefully.

"my middle name is miranda." i stated.

"no it isn't, silly! miranda's not a name!" gracie laughed.

i hung up, slightly creeped out at what i'd just heard. when i went to look for tessa, she was nowhere to be found. i didn't know where i was. it looked like a scene straight out of i love lucy, just in color. i went to the bathroom to pee when i looked in the mirror. i was wearing a polka dotted dress and pin curls!

"what just happened?!" i exclaimed, for some reason sounding american.

suddenly, a young girl ran to me and tugged on my dress.

"mommy, mommy! are you okay?" she shouted.

okay, now this was officially weird.

"sweetie, what's your name?" i asked her.

"edith." she replied.

why would i name my child edith?

"are you okay mommy?" edith asked again.

"yes, i'm okay. i just have to sit down." i responded, heading back out towards the kitchen.