The smell of sun warmed plastic fills the room as a squeaky axle echoes out of a corner of the floor, an unusually pristine children’s toy you half recollect from your childhood inches towards you. You pick up the phone, hands shaking and await to hear the horrors on the other side of the non-existent line. Only silence follows. Some how that’s worse.
This adorable little toy phone is a two piece template across a single A4 page.