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Coffee House

The man at the next table suddenly went to the toilet. He left his mobile phone just lying there. I knew if I took it someone would call and say Don't talk listen I'm still on the train it went like a dream the plane crashed your mother died I would say Sorry wrong number. The phone would have a cheesy disco ringtone one of those that gets louder and annoys everyone. I would look in the photo library the first picture would be a lobster the second would be me. I'd search the directory and call a number at random a voice would say Franco I'd say Ten million by tonight or you're a dead man Franco would say Leave it with me. I didn't want any of that not really so when the man came back from the toilet we avoided eye contact just as usual.

Story by:

Iain Matheson

7 August 2015