Outside, it was rainy, weather, you didn’t want to be out in. Inside this little bar was a different story. The place was packed, the drinks flowing. A guy tapped me on the shoulder asking if they could use my phone. Pointing to the front door I said there’s a payphone right there. Looking confused, I said, come on, I’ll show you how to use it.
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This short story was written for Twittering Tales
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Hahaha!
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Brilliant, Susan. A great story.
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Thanks!
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Oh, a payphone. A rarity. 🙂
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They’re still around here but only see them once in awhile.
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The old telephone boxes exist only in the out-of-way villages now. Then, as you near them, you realise they host a community libriary. Bring a book, take a book. And vartious weeds take root.
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Pay phones are a thing of the past in South Africa, Susan. Everyone has cell phones even the beggars.
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Ha! So true to life. Isn’t amazing the things that all but become obsolete over the course of a life time?
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Is it just! Who remembers carbon paper eh?
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