The Rotary Phone
Dec 27th, 2022 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The butter-yellow rotary phone was sitting on the carpet in the living room of the empty apartment. It’s cord and wires were disconnected and curled around its body.
David walked into the room. His eyes began to water as grief overcame him. He had not made it home for his grandmother’s funeral. He was not there for the disposition of the contents of her home, the home that was his refuge growing up. Now it was too late to say goodbye.
“I love you, gramma,” he whispered.
David bent over, picked up the phone, and quietly walked out the door.
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