A simple pay phone, not the newly improved cell phone or Blackberry.
Not even as appealing as a home phone or a cordless phone.
But a simple pay phone, at the intersection of two streets;
Streets that thousands of people walk on every day, streets that gum are carelessly spat on, streets that sometimes seemed to never end.
And there at the corner sits a simple pay phone. A quarter to use and a dime for an extended conversation.
And who has spoken into them, you ask?
A woman about to deliver a baby, a young woman talking to her fiancé, a businessman making last-minute deals, or even a simple conversation between sisters perhaps?
If these phones had ears, imagine their knowledge.
And if they had mouths, imagine the secrets to be told.