The Pink Phone – A Short Story #WDYS 129

Image credit: Photo by Taylor Heery / Unsplash

Its saccharin ringing pierced her quiet time with a bitter aftertaste. It was the third time this morning that the disconnected old pink phone on her cluttered nightstand in Dayjah’s tranquil cottage on the Louisiana bayou rang. It was three in the morning.

Dayjah wanted time to meditate before… what was to come later today, after eight years. However, she had no peace this Dawn in the otherwise muted rippling of the bayou waters meandering a stone’s throw from her cottage.

The pink phone with neither a hard line connection nor the old voice recording machine once attached to it—continued its infernal ringing as it had done, every morning at this time for the past eight years.

“It was inevitable,” Dayjah, the bayou’s youngest antique dealer had convinced herself—
“Times are changing. I must roll wid it..like the song says.” She smiled picturing her grandmother dancing in sync with the popular song. Her grandmother, Mamma Vu, an Acadie—long time-settlers from French Canada to Louisanna, would always call her affectionately, “che.”

…Then, the pink phone rang again.

This time, for the first time ever in eight years she gathered up the pluck. Dayjah answered the pink phone.

“Hello, who is this?” inquired Dayjah. Her annoyance shrilled in the otherwise quiet timbre permeating the modest cottage.

To her utter dismay, Dayjah’s own voice answered back at the other end of the line! It said:

“You have reached Dayjah, leave a message after the tone, thank you…” Then the call continued with the familiar beep tone before a recorded message. And, to Dayjah’s shock…her own voice at the other end of the line said—

“Hello Dayjah, it’s me— your past self. You asked me to call you on this pink phone if you ever decided to sell this cottage. Don’t do it! Remember, you made a promise, che.”

***The End***

****

Written for Sadje’s WDYS # 129 – April 11, 2022

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

26 thoughts on “The Pink Phone – A Short Story #WDYS 129

  1. what was to come later today, after eight years….
    That she answered the phone?

    What a heart-tugging, heart-warming story. These old phones have them in abundance, and this is the sweetest i have read.

    So she recorded the message
    Fantasy and make-up?

    Does it matter reader
    You ask way too much.

    Don’t sell the cottage no never
    I would leave it for my future self.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. The sale of the cottage after eight years and/or…whether or not to answer the disconnected ringing phone.

      There is a history and nostalgia in just a photo of those old phones..I totally can relate, my friend.

      Perhaps she recorded it…who knows. That’s the question.

      I love your point…”leave it for my future self.” A great moral to the story.

      Thank you for your insightful perspective on the story. As always a delight to read your fabulous comments.
      Blessings to you.

      Liked by 1 person

Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: