August 22, 2005
Phone-a-friend

“You know that feeling you get when you run into a wall?” the phone asked her. What a weird conversation starter. Must be a normal day.

“I suppose…” she answered the phone. She always felt a little awkward answering some of the questions that rushed into her ear. It was rather comforting, actually—or maybe ‘humbling’ is a better word. It was always comforting to hear that voice.

“How about… repeatedly?” it asked again. The phone must’ve been trying to make her laugh, because it succeeded.

“Hee hee, get to the point already!” she giggled into the receiver.

“Well, let’s just say that… that was my day…” the phone said.

“How so?” she asked.

“Well, I did run into a few things today—but they weren’t walls. They were people. People about twice my size.”

“Oh my! What happened?”

“They unloaded a can of hate on me. I’m sitting in a hospital bed. My face is broken in three different places, and I have a couple cracked ribs.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“Thanks…”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Well…”

In that moment, its moment of need, the voice ceased to be a comfort, and suddenly became… human…

“Marco?” she asked the boy.

“You could come and visit me…” he replied eagerly.

She grinned. “I’ll be right over.”

This is what you call… a friend…

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