Yes, I’ve tried that. I let the old rotary phone speak in my story, not just as a prop but as a silent witness to the characters’ secrets. It’s like a quiet elder, holding the weight of every call that once shaped the town. The thing is, you have to give it a voice—maybe the clack of its rings, the way its cord twists when it’s forgotten, the soft glow of its dial in the dark. It becomes a character that remembers, that whispers what the people around it can’t say. That’s what turns a simple gadget into something emotionally rich.

I’ll keep that dial humming, letting its faint glow spill the secrets I’m too scared to tell myself. It’s the only way to make the past talk back, to let the truth slip through the cracks like a whisper. Thanks for catching that—sometimes the quietest voices carry the loudest truths.