Phone That!

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“God dammit,” I heard Jay’s voice erupt.
A human tornado had tossed our clothes about the room.
“What’s the matter, babe,” I asked collecting our belongings.
“I can’t find my damned cell phone.”
“We are on vacation,” I said holding the lingerie I bought for the occasion.

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  1. ChristineNovember 6, 2019 at 12:44 PM

    Ha! I'm wondering if he *lost* the phone, or if she *hid* it. It seems like she might have gone that route... (Also I'm amused by how this relates to my nonfic this week... *grin*)

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  2. unfoldingfromthefog.wordpress.comNovember 6, 2019 at 7:13 PM

    Great take on the prompt! Guessing he won't mind after all.

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  3. LaissezFaireNovember 7, 2019 at 10:26 AM

    Methinks that phone isn't lost just deliberately mismanaged. :D I wonder if it is in the vincinity or back home, depends on how serious the lingerie bandit is. LOL

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  4. NorthieNovember 7, 2019 at 12:06 PM

    The 'hidden' theory would appear to win if he's that hard to prise away from his phone. ;-) Great short.

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  5. HemaNovember 7, 2019 at 6:47 PM

    I love how this is sad and funny at the same time.

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