My Happy Phone
June 19, 2002
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Homework
Taste: like plastic? Sweat, grime
Smell: like plastic? Just kidding. Sweat, old, musty
Feel: solid, heavy
Look: shiny, bright, streamline
Sound: annoying
My happy telephone has seen much use. It was given to me when I was in High school. I used it a lot then. I guess I don't use it as much now that I have this wonderful e-mail stuff. It is old and clear, it has really cool lights that glimmer when it rings. Under its clear plastic shell, there are lots of brightly colored parts. It was very fashionable when I got it. Now it sits on a table and is hardly noticed, much less used. But it works better than the old cordless phone that used to sit where it is now. It reminds me of an elderly aunt that I never had. It sits in the same place and does the same thing over and over and over again. Everyday is the same for it, kind of like my life right now. My poor glowing phone has seem much use. But I think it is starting to get a bit lonely, sitting on that little table in the kitchen.
Story time
Once upon a time there was this phone....
Wait, how cliché. Let's start again.
When I was young I got this cool phone. I don't remember if it was a gift, or if I chose it. Maybe both. This phone was a special phone, it had nifty-neato lights in it. If you look at it just right you can see all the working parts of it. Its circuit board was brightly colored, and even the mouth and ear pieces were brightly designed. I loved that little bit of plastic. It will always hold some very dear memories.
I remember when I got it, I used it quite a bit. I sort of lived out in the boonies, so in order to talk to any of my friends I had to call them. This little phone knows many secrets.
After I graduated, I got married and moved far away. I left my poor little phone behind. I bet it was awfully lonely. But eventually I came back and claimed it. We (me and my phone, that is) moved nearby, and I used it to talk to my friends and family again. I could swear that I could feel the happiness radiating from the little thing. Then, one day I moved again, and packed it into a big box with some of its phone friends, mostly snobby cordless ones.
A couple years later, I finally unpacked said box. The little light-up phone then sat on a shelf, but wasn't plugged in until recently when one of the snobs stopped holding a charge in its batteries.
Now it sits on a little table, and we try to ignore it. Well, we don't ignore it really, but we try to ignore the stupid telemarketers that call at all hours. Sometimes I think I can hear it sigh, but that must just be my imagination. It just sits on its little table waiting to be used. I wonder if it will ever be fulfilled.
NOTE: This was an assignment for my CCV Creative Writing Workshop online class with Nancy Thompson.
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