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Oct 2018
One day you phone
and all you'll hear,
a dialling tone.
Next time you call,
the battery is dead.
I'm unconscious,
plastic bag on my head.

Was it something you said?
One more thing before I'm dead
and I'm thinking . . .
as I lie . . .
as I bleed . . .
"What size screwdriver do you need?"
Telephone call, overheard
Sara Kellie
Written by
Sara Kellie  Other/Lancashire. UK
(Other/Lancashire. UK)   
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