Tracking down an iPhone
Outside my building, at the curbside, it was waiting. Incredibly mint condition iPhone 4S. To examine it more closely, I picked it up off the floor. The horrible purple case with the glitter all over it belongs to a teenage girl. The phone was in perfect shape despite having fallen from what I imagined to be a reckless girl’s book bag. There are no chips, cracks, or dents… nothing.
As I threw my luggage on the floor and kicked off my shoes and coat inside my flat, I continued to look at my phone.