100 WC Week 1 - The Telephone Booth

And then the noise stopped. Like a flag from the sky, a cloud  waved over the deathly silent scene in front of me. Gently, the delicate flakes of snow poured slowly onto the ground like the tears now pouring from my eyes. The now dark and desolate street, that was once so vibrant and full of life, was now barren and full of only sadness. How am I going to survive this? There had to be a way! At that instant, as if the air was listening and carrying my thoughts, the shrill ring of the telephone in the deserted phone box began to ring.