The Lost Thing (no dialogue)

He Called but nothing happened.  From Across what looked like a war zone there came no response.  There were drawers whose contents littered the ground. Books that were once rested neatly on the shelves now are toppled over.  But there was no sound.  The room lay dormant. He thought it must be dead.  It had to be.  If so, He would never find it.  He would never hear it.  It would never ring.

(Phone)

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