  Fertility Tree The headlight blurred my vision; I raised my right arm against my eyes and watched as the approaching vehicle turned to my left. It was one of those mini-buses that roamed the campus. It stopped a few meters from my tree. Stopped and headed off. There was nobody. I am alone again.
I sat on the grass under the tree. What kind of tree? This one was large, the board with its scientific name on it was torn years ago, only a nail that marked it that It was once named, remained, protruding inviting danger. Rusty and inviting . This rusty nail faced against wind and storm and sun and it grew old with the tree. The tree and the nail, now nameless.
I sat on the grass under the tree. What kind of a tree? I do not know. The wind blew and I felt it cold. School is about to close; the year is about to close. The store across the street is about to close.
There were a few students lounging along on the grass, but no, there was no one with me under the tree. Another car is approaching my way; its the third in ten minutes. The campus is about to close. On the grass, under my un-known tree, I watched as the sun changed the color of the skies. In a few minutes, it will be dark soon. But look, see, the sky is turning to orange, then red, then blue.
Then darkness. The campus is about to close. I watched as those who lounged a few meters from me decided to go anyway. The year is about to close. The wind is cold. The field in front is empty.
I sat still, now on a large root under my tree. My phone rang, three times I think, maybe more. I felt it. I reached and didnt recognize the number. What time is it? I asked.
What? And now you think youre some place else, maybe the North Pole? The voice on the other line retorted, then laughed so hard. I laughed along. Damn phone call. I murmured.
The voice said goodbye finally and left me hanging, thinking what was the call for? Damn phone call. The wind felt cold and my heart murmured. Damn phone. I shouldnt have brought it with me. I never wanted to own one anyway.
If they wanted to reach me, they could go ask for my home phone instead and we could all talk sensibly at the comfort and privacy of my room. They could call me at night, early morning, any time. Theres always a line for that. But not this phone. I dont want a call, I dont need a phone. But I did buy one.
Damn phone. The night is closing in, should I call? 
