My phone rang. The caller ID said 1-800-ITS-REBA. I tried to let it go to voicemail, but instead the phone kept ringing–fifty and then a hundred and then eight thousand times. I left for work, paying for my subway with a maxed-out credit card, only to return to the sound of ringing. I let the battery run out, and yet the ringing continued. I tried throwing my phone in the garbage disposal until I remembered those are illegal in New York City. I tossed the phone in a batter and baked it into a loaf, the ringing continuing as the banana bread took its final shape. I cut into the ringing loaf, each slide emblazoned with PICK UP, PICK UP, DON’T SLEEP, PICK UP, YOU’RE NEXT, PICK UP, GOOD NIGHT, PICK UP PICK UP PICK UP
Keegan Shepherd 