He carries a black Sharpie with him at all times. It is ideal for quick scribbling in public places: a granite bench, a concrete wall by the ATM, the smooth white tiles above the row of urinals in an airport bathroom. It is ideal; his message is short.
He carries a list of numbers in a worn spiral notebook with a red cover. Each day, he dials ten at random. Each day, ten pay phones ring. One day, someone will answer–and stay on the line.
His message is short.
When I was in high school, I heard a pay phone ringing on Sandia Crest. I don’t remember if I answered — but I think I did. Someone was looking for one of their friends (or family members?) in the viewing area — if my recollection is true. This memory is curiously convolved with one of my first girlfriend telling me about how she passed out at Sandia Crest. Was that when we were dating? Was it years later? In any case, it is my policy to always answer a ringing pay phone. Unfortunately, in this iPhone age, that is something I doubt I’ll ever do again. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: