Word After Word

My ex called me on his Blackberry and maybe the signal was going bad. I could hear him on my reliable calm built in vintage house phone that dials as in you stick your finger into the disk and take it for a spin. (My neighbor kids love to try to call home but it’s hard for them, they don’t know how to do it, do they not have the Fisher Price baby phones anymore?) (You have to ride with the disk, you can’t be unsure.) He was saying to me, ”Did you lose your signal? It seems I’m still here.” 

Two sentences looking for a good home.  Two sentences that break my heart and make me laugh.

We want to connect.

Sometimes when you have to have your finger literally on it, it’s easier to stay connected.