The ear-piercing screech of the telephone sitting on the table came to an abrupt stop as Marsha picked up the receiver. The smooth, yellow handle contrasted her deep brown skin. The transmitter smelled of old cigarette smoke, courtesy of Mr.Douglass's nasty habit of smoking while on the phone. The pungent odor left a sour taste in Marsha's mouth as she spoke in a calm voice to the person on the other end of the line.
The phone looks gray and has buttons with numbers 1 to 10, a hashtag sign, an answer button and hang up button, and a screen. When you call someone it rings and if someone answers you can hear what the other person is saying. It smells like plastic. It tastes like plastic and glass. It feels cold and it has edges and bumps on the outside and is smooth to the touch it also has wires on the inside.
