The other night my cell phone
shot craps about 6 PM. I was
trying to call my son as I do
routinely to close out my day.
Not able to connect to the net-
work the screen told me.
I had no landline as a backup
so I was helplessly vulnerable
in the event of an emergency,
you know, a maintenance issue
in the apartment, water leak,
air conditioner failure, fire,
rats, rattle snakes, man-eating
tigers and the like.
What if I fell and couldn’t get
up? Which given my disability
was a possibility. Anyway, I
managed to message my son
on Facebook, and eventually
got hold of him.
I Relayed my problem, but he
was unable to come over. Can
it wait until tomorrow, he asked?
I suppose I’ll have to manage
until then, I told him. Good night.
And I kept thinking about all the
bad things which could befall me
before the next day, What if…?
And then there’s always...What
in hell...So around 10 PM, I went
to bed, comforted in knowing at
least it was very seldom if ever
that anyone would try to reach
me at that late an hour.
And chances are if they had
need of contacting me, it would
likely be with news which I did
not care to hear. I was already
upset with my own damned fears.
Friggin’ cell phones anyway. I was
rendered speechless with something
of importance left to say.
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Chris Hanch 814-2020
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