Dial

The dial tone echoed in my ear, reflecting the sinking feeling in my chest. He hung up on me. Again. As I reach down to cradle the phone, I realized that it was the last time he would ever do that to me again. My best friend always used to tell me that life is like a jar of marbles. When good things happen, a marble goes in. When bad things happen, a marble gets taken away. I chuckle to myself and think out loud, "I guess that's what people mean when they say they are losing their marbles."