Sunday, June 21, 2009

Operator

She wipes the receiver everyday with a motherly affection. She watches college kids proclaim undying love to teenage drama queens; mothers desperately feeding on the intonation of their sons' bored voices; exam results; bad news. Everyday witness to a thousand conversations. Clandestine whispers, unaware of her presence; as if their importance was in no way undermined or enhanced in her presence. A listener. Always.

And in the afternoons, when people are too sleepy to talk, she looks at the phone longingly. The phone never stops ringing in her booth. But it's always ringing for someone else...

1 comment:

Snob In Rotten Shoes said...

soooo goosebumpey...it's been so long since i dropped by..such a diferent(if cynical) take on things...