Monday, May 17, 2021

"...phone home"


I have an idea for a little story. I buy an old rotary phone at a flea market. I take it home plug it in, and dial my childhood phone number. My Mom answers. Time has twisted, and patched me through to 1960. So there I am with my Mommy on the line. Our connection stretching 61 years.

I try to speak, but can't. Perhaps just knowing my Ma is on the other end is enough.

1 comment:

  1. I like this idea a lot. Some part of me is convinced it could happen.

    The wall jack might also be out of date, one that somebody neglected to upgrade back in the day.

    Z

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