Poor Phone, Too Bad It Is Dead

Poor little guy died, an accidental death by drowning

By Praetorian Photo on iStock (image licesned by author)

Her phone was pronounced dead at 5:38 in the evening, a victim of accidental death, drowning her husband declared, no rice can save it… and why again can’t you just put the damn thing down while you are sitting on the toilet he asks? She stared at her little friend, wrapped in his special jeweled case with the glittering red plastic stones, hoping it would revive… call it again she demanded her son, call it again, it can’t be dead. She so needed to call everyone, tell them what she did, that she is still here, how he is dead, I can’t reach anyone now, fright lines at the corners of her eyes. Her right fingers twitched, must scroll they whispered, we must scroll. They’ll think I am mad at them, not returning their texts, just ignoring them all, it’s been over two hours, two long hours. Her husband handed her a glass of wine, we will get you another one tomorrow, but now she could feel the anger… no, I want to go now, I can’t wait, what will I do without it. It’s late, the store is not open, we will deal with it tomorrow he tells her. She falls in bed, reaches for the spot where her little friend slept next to her pillow, so close, so close in case it ushered it’s soft, alluring ping. She fell asleep, tears on her face. Her husband sighs, mutters I must get out of here, I can’t compete with the love of her life, I am just not that strong.