The Coil

by Luc · 07/02/2026
Published 07/02/2026 17:15

The plastic shell,

heavy, black.

The coiled cord

snaking back.


A number pressed,

then release,

the whirring spin

that brought no peace.


Just the click,

the dial gone home.

A waiting silence

on the line.

#communication #frustration #silence #technology #waiting

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