OLD SCHOOL DIRT. The letters screamed at him.
They were cold and piercing like the telephone’s silvery shriek.
He remembered that sound. It held a certain magic for him… a surprise, someone who remembered…
He had given the best years of his life to them and they had let him go just like that.
Depreciated, defaced and forgotten … he and the old payphone, that’s what they were…
Two tragically obsolete entities left behind by the fast-moving world.
Perhaps it’s time for him to move on as well.
Without looking back, the angel stretched his immaculate wings and flew home.