The Phone Booth

This is from a Fiction Writing Prompt from a writing workshop at The Bookmatters in Milford, OH: Write a scene or story from the point of view of someone or something watching. It could be a ghost, an animal, the furniture coming to life, etc.

People visit me all the time, and I know all their secrets. There's one in particular that if the world knew, it'd be over for him. Fortunately for him, he doesn't know I know.

One day, he blurted out his supposed human name: "Clark". He mumbled something about how stupid he'd been for rotating the Earth to turn back time. Now, before that, I'd known him as Superman, and I knew that because someone yelled it upon his exit.

Oh, and he's good at making sure no one finds out his secret identity. Someone once tried opening the door, and what was I supposed to do? I'm an inanimate phone booth. So he used his super strength to hold the door closed. Using the ends of his fingers! And the idiot on the other side knocked and knocked. Fortunately, Supes' super speed prevented that delay, which would've allowed Lex Luthor to purchase the land for his world domination scheme. How do I know? Supes dropped his newspaper, and I read the headline: "Superman 'uncloses' the deal on Luthor".

Oh, Clark. Stick to saving the world. Leave the real estate puns to the professionals.

Another time, after the guy moved to Metropolis, he couldn't figure out where to put his clothes. What does he do? Uses his super strength again to compact his clothes into the slot under my phone. Then he pushes the phone book in. Left no trace of his clothes. I'm telling you, the guy's good.

Anyway, today Superman... Oh, shit! Luthor's goons just shot me! Broke a piece off of me. What the hell, man? I can't scream for help. Ugh.

There he goes, Supes, ready to save the world. Too bad his world doesn't include me. Oh, sure, he'll save squirrels. Congrats, Mr. Squirrel! Probably shi... do squirrels wear pants? You get the idea.

But what about dear old me? I'm unable to call anyone for help. Can't even use the phone inside me. 

Now, wait? What's this? I'm... I'm flying. Thank my God the great Alexander Graham Bell I'm saved. Superman, thank you! You've...

Oh boy... Oh no... you're... you're using me as a weapon?! He's throwing me at Luthor, and I hit him. He's destroyed. I'm destroyed. But, hey, so are his stupid world domination plans, amirite? I did it. I saved the world. I'm Superman.