Today’s prompt was inspired by the NPR This American Life’s story “Really Long Distance.” A survivor of the Japanese Tsunami rebuilt his home and added a disconnected payphone to his garden. People come from around the country to “talk” to those they’ve lost. Called the “wind telephone,” mostly men use the phone to say the things they feel they can’t say to others.
Take this in any direction you wish.
From Mr. Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan:
Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.