The page list
The Turning Point
By
Pet Baby Amy
C 2013
Prologue
By
Pet Baby Amy
C 2013
Prologue
It glinted off the sun
light that shone down on it, a bright hue of red, it was tall, strong, it stood alone, with only a mass of green behind it, a grey move that parted between it and another green mass ahead of it. It seemed odd somehow with it being there, even though it was part of the natural surroundings that was glades of grass, that swayed in the mild breeze of wind, with birds chirping, bees, buzzing and the sun hung in a beautiful clear blue sky.
It was a typical Summers day, it was not too hot, the gentle wind was just right, that created a most wonderful pocket of coolness. As for that solitary thing that was red, tall and strong. It was alas, a telephone box, with its proud and prominent gold crown in the centre of its domed topped roof, it's checked glass windows, it's curved brass handle at the front door, to pull it open and its thick black base at the bottom. There was the same checked glass windows all around, apart from at the back, that was solid red.
Inside of the telephone box was a phone of course. However, it was not a modern telephone and this was not the modern day times. The phone was a big black almost rectangular box, curved at the top where the black handle of the phone rested upon it. At it's top front part, near almost centred, was a cylinder like protrusion, that formed the neck if you will of the dialler. The dialler itself was a ring of metal with holes in it, underneath the metal dialling plate was a white piece of plastic, with black numbers on them, each number showed through each of the holes of the dialling plate. The telephone was securely fixed to a black panel and to the side of it there was a shelf with a telephone directory atop of it.
The numbers were from 0 through to 9. The matte of grey was old style country road, there was nothing much else, other than the line of telephone poles in the distant fields that held the long stretch of telephone lines, and a mass of trees, some made up forests, others were just groups here and there. But other than that, there was nothing else, the country road stretched on from one end to the other, with no signs of anything else at either end.
Which is why it seemed odd for a telephone box to be placed dead middle of nowhere, no traffic of any kind seem to pass up or down this road, though, if there were any, it would be few, since it was not a main busy road. Even with that said, apart from should a car break down, a probability that was minor at best. As practical as it may be for the telephone box to be there to call for help should help be needed. There was no other real need or use for it.
Yet, there it stood, as though waiting for something. Just then, something did arrive. A police car, it pulled up, outside of the telephone box, a policeman got out, he looked inside and saw that no one was there, as if someone was meant to be there. Puzzled and concerned, he got back into his car and drove off. But just who was the person that he was looking for and why?
light that shone down on it, a bright hue of red, it was tall, strong, it stood alone, with only a mass of green behind it, a grey move that parted between it and another green mass ahead of it. It seemed odd somehow with it being there, even though it was part of the natural surroundings that was glades of grass, that swayed in the mild breeze of wind, with birds chirping, bees, buzzing and the sun hung in a beautiful clear blue sky.
It was a typical Summers day, it was not too hot, the gentle wind was just right, that created a most wonderful pocket of coolness. As for that solitary thing that was red, tall and strong. It was alas, a telephone box, with its proud and prominent gold crown in the centre of its domed topped roof, it's checked glass windows, it's curved brass handle at the front door, to pull it open and its thick black base at the bottom. There was the same checked glass windows all around, apart from at the back, that was solid red.
Inside of the telephone box was a phone of course. However, it was not a modern telephone and this was not the modern day times. The phone was a big black almost rectangular box, curved at the top where the black handle of the phone rested upon it. At it's top front part, near almost centred, was a cylinder like protrusion, that formed the neck if you will of the dialler. The dialler itself was a ring of metal with holes in it, underneath the metal dialling plate was a white piece of plastic, with black numbers on them, each number showed through each of the holes of the dialling plate. The telephone was securely fixed to a black panel and to the side of it there was a shelf with a telephone directory atop of it.
The numbers were from 0 through to 9. The matte of grey was old style country road, there was nothing much else, other than the line of telephone poles in the distant fields that held the long stretch of telephone lines, and a mass of trees, some made up forests, others were just groups here and there. But other than that, there was nothing else, the country road stretched on from one end to the other, with no signs of anything else at either end.
Which is why it seemed odd for a telephone box to be placed dead middle of nowhere, no traffic of any kind seem to pass up or down this road, though, if there were any, it would be few, since it was not a main busy road. Even with that said, apart from should a car break down, a probability that was minor at best. As practical as it may be for the telephone box to be there to call for help should help be needed. There was no other real need or use for it.
Yet, there it stood, as though waiting for something. Just then, something did arrive. A police car, it pulled up, outside of the telephone box, a policeman got out, he looked inside and saw that no one was there, as if someone was meant to be there. Puzzled and concerned, he got back into his car and drove off. But just who was the person that he was looking for and why?
