Sometimes she didn’t know they were recording the conversation
Might have been a problem for a lot of people, but not for her
Others would hem and haw and stutter, but she was concise and clear
Others would say things they didn’t mean or didn’t want others to hear, she was honest and
That’s why she was happy the whole thing went to court
Here they would what she said in her own voice, and that voice said, “No.”
“Could you tell me about your day, but make sure it’s not something I care about.”
“How about I expound about memes, but without me giving you the picture.”
“Ah, that might work, but can you mention random people I don’t know for context?”
“That would be peachy! Thank you for such a wonderful conversation.”
Perhaps the most antiquated name for such a modern device
Here is a pocket supercomputer
Or a way to send text messages around the globe in a blink of an eye
No one thinks its primary function is to hold a voice conversation anymore
Everyone keeps it on silent and never answers anyway
The conversation around the bonfire grew quiet as Ludwig stepped into the circle. The campers scooted back a bit in anticipation to what was about to happen.
Ludwig rubbed his hands together and then began to sign his tale of terror. Some averted their eyes, not wanting to hear about the horrors, but others stared with rapt attention.
Soon Ludwig concluded his tale of woe and the hands of his audience waved back and forth in appreciation, even the monster that was hiding in the tree line. Tonight he would go hungry, because it was that good of a story.
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Being lonely was a constant for Todd
And he really did prefer it that way
Not that he hated other people
They were just so loud all the time
Everyone that is until he met Stephanie
Recently conversation has become important
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The alarm went off and Deidra wanted to throw her phone through the wall. She figured she had finally fallen asleep like only fifteen fricken minutes ago. The rest of time had been worrying about pretty much every single word she had said on her date with Kevin last night. She replayed the whole conversation over and over, picking at every nuance and possible sarcastic thing that either of them had said. Deidra was normally confident to the point of being cocky, but something about his eyes and easy going swagger really knocked her off her game. As the script unfolded she kept kicking herself for not sounding smart enough, or that she sounded too distant, or she sounded too desperate.
“Is it time to get up?”
She jumped at hearing Kevin’s voice. She looked into those blue eyes and couldn’t help the stupid grin that spring to her face. “Depends. Do you want us to call in?” she said.
“Now that’s an offer I’ll take, but first I need to hit the head.” With that he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, allowing Deidra to appreciate what God gave him.
Okay, maybe things had gone okay.
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