Thanks again to Rochelle Wiskoff and her prompts for the Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge, which this week is a telephone booth:

Frank Lombard prided himself on not possessing a cell phone. Yet here he was alongside a Mobil gas station on a busy thoroughfare, all his quarters already lost to the phone company coffer – the last three wasted in trying to get assistance from the AT&T operator! The traffic roared around him. What to do? He had lost the address for the job interview and he would soon be late. The old telephone booth looked back at him mockingly.

“Same to you, buddy,” grumbled Frank as he got back in the car and headed for the beach.