The Telephone Ring

Telephone RingI can feel the air primed and ready for it even before the telephone rings, atmosphere charged with electricity even though it’s an old phone, no battery. I hate telephones. This one’s only here because it came with the apartment, mounted on the wall in the bathroom with a rotary dial, sea foam green. I don’t even know the number. Sometimes it just rings.

Originally published January 29, 2015 in Fiddleblack, Issue 18.

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