MAGPIE TALE #105
He knew it was odd,
that it didn't belong there
on the side of the road
out in the middle of nowhere,
that they don't exist anymore,
and they were never lit with neon light.
But he wanted to believe
and he yielded to the temptation
to check it out and rode his bike along side of it
and stood there not knowing what to do.
And that's when he saw the prophet's image
in the glass just as the phone rang.
He leaned in and grabbed the black receiver
without thinking of the consequences.
"Hello," he said.
And as he did, the neon light began to pulsate,
and the booth shook and a howling sound sucked him inside.
He screamed, but no one heard him but
...the voice on the other end...
He screamed and screamed and screamed as he felt his ear sucked into the receiver,
then his head, shoulders, hips and legs.
One last scream as the rest of him followed,
until he was no more.
The booth stopped shaking
and the neons stilled themselves
...lighting up on the dirt road like a beacon in the night
for the next believer.