On the Phone

She wanted to get off the phone, couldn’t, an account kept emailing and emailing. The back and forth drove her mad and the more she sipped her coffee, communicated with these people, store in Downtown Napa, her heart shot into elevated rhythms and paces. “Are you serious?” she said to herself.

She didn’t turn it off, as she wanted, just set it down. Watched the alerts fly at the screen. She wouldn’t pick it up. Just watch. “No,” she again internally hammered. Her heart slowed, she sipped slower, the morning slowed.

Then, the battery’s life ended.

The morning gave her a gift. Off.