“What kind of phone is it, Grandpa?”
“An old pay phone. You used to put a quarter in to make a call.”
“Why not use a cell?”
“Well, little one, because they hadn’t been invented when people used these. This one is so low so that people in wheelchairs could reach it.”
“Who uses it now?”
“I don’t know. We’re in the Refugee Center so…”
Denise and Grandpa turned to see a refugee from the planet Gorlick behind them. He was green and only about a meter tall.
“Spare some change? Got to make a call.”
I wrote this for the Rochelle Wisoff-Fields photo prompt writing challenge. The idea is to use the image above as an inspiration for a piece of flash fiction no more than 100 words long. My word count is 97.
To read more stories based on the prompt, go to InLinkz.com.