The Last Phone Booth

In a busy square, one phone booth remains. It rings once a year. Whoever answers hears a single question tailored to their life. One year, a poet answers and hears, "Why did you stop writing?" The next, a banker hears, "What would you do without money?" No one knows who calls. When the booth is finally removed for renovations, the city protests. Workers pause, the phone rings out of schedule, and the question echoes: "Are you listening?"

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