The Glass Booth of Quarry Lake

In a small town tucked away off the 299 Freeway between Redding and Humboldt, there is a glass booth. Inside, perched on an old desk, rests an old Automatic Electric 50 telephone. Its telephone lines were cut years ago by the town’s mayor in a drunken rage. Though disconnected, the phone still rings. For whom, you ask? Anyone brave enough to answer it.

If you had another chance to talk to a deceased loved one, what would you say……what if they called back?