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A phone, a friend


She settles into a seat
And sends out a text:
“Will be reaching soon.”
A ringing sound,
A name flashes:
Her solitude cut short.
Finally, she reaches home:
Melody playing in her ears.

Linking with Trifextra : Week Twenty-Eight
33 words - 1 object - three uses

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  1. What would we do without our smartphones?

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  2. Ah, those phones are nice, but can be trouble (especially with games loaded.)

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    1. Yup, I agree to that by experience. My nephew never looks up from his games these days :(
      Thanks.

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  3. "Finally, she reaches home:
    Melody playing in her ears."

    I totally know and understand that feeling... just got back from an 8-month trip. Well played!

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    1. I did not know how else to describe the music playing feature with earphones :)
      Hope you had a great time.
      Thanks.

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  4. An artful description of a ultilitarian device. Nicely done.

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  5. Nice. Those phones are so important for multiple things now days, aren't they?

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    1. Yes, I cannot imagine how we used to live without these. They are kind of indispensable.

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  6. you have no idea how I almost went with cell phone

    very rhythmic. well done

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  7. Such a lovely cadence throughout the piece.

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  8. Ah, the uses of a phone these days. I enjoyed your story--so much in so few words!

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    1. Thank you Sandra. I had to limit to three uses but there was so much more I could have written.

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  9. ah yes the cell does bring comfort :-)

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    1. Yes it does help to keep in contact and that is great comfort.

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  10. Excellent take on the prompt!

    Anna :o]

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  11. An ode to the phone. I took to Twitter just a few minutes ago, talking about how I'd be lost without mine. Nice job with the prompt!

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    1. Thank you editors. It really is surprising how phones have come to rule our lives all of a sudden.

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  12. Oh yes! I play stupid word games in carpool line and if I couldn't I go batty!!

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