Phone Box

Brass Ep. 13

An old, red telephone box rattled in the wind. For a moment, it sounded like it was ringing. Copper shoved the rusted door open and looked inside. Colourless calling cards dulled by the sun adorned the back wall. A ripped up phonebook scattered its pages across the floor.

She picked up the receiver and held it to her ear. “Hello? Is anybody there?” Copper waited for a reply that silence answered.

She noticed spectacles had been painted across the eight and nine keys. Copper figured the phone had lost its contacts.

Original photo by Steve Gale on Unsplash. Thanks to Warren for the $10 Patronage.

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