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 The Telephone Call

"I was trying to call home. The phone booth was a two mile hike from the boat. Luckily, I had a kick-sled to ride. It glided well over the packed snow on the streets. Even though it was daytime, it was pitch dark because the sun had disappeared for the winter. Snow was blowing horizontally in my face. The blizzard was getting worse. When I reached the phone booth I couldn't open the door; it was wedged shut by drifted snow. I used a combination of my booted foot and the front of the sled to push away enough snow to wedge myself in the crack-like opening. I was thankful that the phone booth was the old-fashioned kind. At least it offered a little protection from the elements. As I dialed I hoped that I wouldn't get the answering machine again. This was the third day in a row I had tried to get through."
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 (Submitted by Noel Wed Jul 21, 2004 )

  


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