It shrieked five times before the answerphone kicked in, soaking up whatever message had spilled into it. I should have answered it, jumped to it, sated its desire for connection, lifted the burden it was so eager to put down. I hesitated, teetering on the brink. A step forward, a step back; the telephone two-step. Then it beeped once, twice, the flashing yellow light summoning me. A question. A task. A signature. A request. Another bullet on a never ending to-do list. But I turned it off and sauntered into the playroom to skip-to-my-loo with abandon.
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I love the language you use, "
ReplyDeletesoaking up whatever message had spilled into it." Brilliant. I think we should all turn off the phones once in a while and enjoy playing.
I'm not sure I'd have the courage to turn it off.
ReplyDeleteWhat if it bites?
Why thank you! *blush* And I agree, but I'm particularly bad at doing it though!
ReplyDeleteThe trick is to press the button and then leg it in the opposite direction. Doesn't always work though *rubs sore thumb*.
ReplyDeleteLove this. I do wish I was better at switching off - machines and myself.
ReplyDeleteI hear ya. Me too. And thanks *grins*
ReplyDeleteClever. Like it!
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly :D
ReplyDeleteVery clever! I like it, don't do yourself down when you said mine was better. I'd say they were equally as good!
ReplyDeleteReally good piece. You captured the intrusive power of the telephone beautifully.
ReplyDeleteAwww thanks Mrs :D
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind words :D
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