The Corner

telephone, promise

The telephone cellbox stood admidst the vibrating morning light;
violet colors, ever changing by the hastening crowds.

She had been here before, or was it only a fantasy, a composition of scents and memories ?
The air thickened as she walked on, a barely noticable raising of temperature surrounded her, she shivered in a pleasant way…..

Suddenly a ringing sound shreeked through the realms of this moment; she, to her own surprise didn’t hesitate and took of the horn….
A few cracking sounds, then a crystal clear voice:
“Remember this moment one day”, followed by a whistling sound as of a summer breeze, then dead end…..

Then she knew: these words where of her own, spoken silently; long, long ago…..
On this very corner……