Phone Free

The pickup cab was illuminated by the glow of the smartphone screen. Loud voices and hand-waving filled the space. Suddenly the window opened and the phone came tumbling out end over end. It landed in the road with a crack. With the window open the anger spilled out into the night. Tires squealed as the truck pulled away.

The smashed screen reflected the headlights of the oncoming cars. As each successive tire rolled over the phone its secrets were lost forever.

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