Broken Cell Phone

This is a story of the day my cell phone broke.

I was wearing a necklace with a small silver cross. It was a gift, new, but not shining. Not now. There was no light, it was dark out and I had just arrived at the end of my rope. The end of the road where everything just. . . couldn't end. There had to be more.

The day began after work with a weekend in Edmonton ahead of me. I was in a hurry, making last minute decisions trying not to forget anything. But the sun fell faster than I could hurry. For an hour and a half I drove against the lights of oncoming traffic and my need to drift asleep. I was tested, drained and sapped of patience but now with the house of my destination within eyes reach I could almost. . . almost. . . and just like that the same flow of traffic that brought me so close was now drawing me away. The white dotted lines that once guided me now trapped me. I was in control of nothing and far away.

I hated it.

I hated who I had become. I had become a calendared man with no room for adventure. A man seeking approval from ever changing inconsistent opinions of people and a man who kept looking at his stupid cell phone as if hoping to find something. And that is when my cell phone broke - in half.