January drabbles - 13

“You must be psychic, Kat.” Her mother answered the phone.
“Why?”
“Well, how could you know I was thinking of you?”
“Aren’t you always?” Kat asked lightly. “Admit it Mum.”
“Nearly always. That’s true.”

“So, what were you thinking?” Slow words into silence.
“You needed to talk.”
“Don’t I always?” Quick words into thought.
“Nearly always. That’s true.”

“Let’s keep in touch better,” said Kat, forgetting what she’d called to ask.
Her mother laughed. “Let’s call each more often than every blue moon?”
“Try white moons.”
“Silver.”
“And slivers of moon, all the time.”
“Nearly always.” And better than true.