A writing exercise - The Telephone

“Wow, what a weird place this is!”

“Brandon, watch where you’re going…”

Too late, the wall came crashing down. In slow motion, I watched my son as he collapsed under the barrage of …huh? …Styrofoam?

“Brandon! Son, Are you OK?”

“Of course, I’m Ok, Mom… would you quit looking at me like that…geez!”

“OK, hands off…hey, what’s that?”

“I dunno..”

Slowly we made our way over to a little table in the room that apparently was hidden behind the Styrofoam wall. It was some kind of plastic contraption with wires. I remembered seeing that in my cyberpedia. Suddenly, a rather shrill noise made us jump in alarm. It seemed to be coming from the contraption.

“Sweet, Mom, is it a bomb?”

I turned and looked at my son with a look that was supposed to bring up some genetic intelligence.

“Whoa…is this ever cool…”

So, Ok, nooo genetic intelligence there…

“No, Brandon, it is not a bomb, and if it was, hello, it would not be sweet or cool, it would be DANGEROUS! And, you should run, not stand and gape!”

OK, lesson done.

It was ringing. Yes, ringing. How strange to hear that noise. I had just seen it on a clip on HearTube.

“I think we’re supposed to pick this part up, like this, and put it to your ear…oops, no..try this way..”

“Hello, Mrs. Jolten…”

“Huh, who’s this?”

“It’s me, your telephone”

“Huh, what?”

I looked at my son who was watching me with those big brown eyes. I knew he could hear the ‘voice’ too.

“Alright, who is this and what do you want?” I was always the pragmatic type.

“I am your telephone.”

“OK, so what?”

“ I am calling to say hello.”

“So, OK, hello….bye now…”

I did say I was pragmatic, right?

“Ring…Ring…Ring!”

“Mom, MOM! Wake up! The phone is for you”.

“Wha…”…Groan…”Hello?”

“Hello, Mrs.Jolten, and how are you today?

“Well…I was sl…”

“We have a really special offer for you today..”

“Grrrr….Brandon…bring me that Styrofoam box!” Now put this phone away till 2025.”

Bye now!

How about you? in 350 words or less, write something about the 'telephone' on your blog if you have nothing to do like me...or rather so much to do, that you needed a creative silly break.