Hello Moto



Once upon a time a phone was misplaced. It would have shattered on the ground if it weren't for its case. On the wet, cold ground it shivers and rattles under a street bench. It wants to cry out and be heard, but it had been put on silent. A familiar sensation stirs it awake hours after the drop. The icon of a house flashes on the screen, the warm feeling of seven digits, reaching out for it. If only it could answer. The vibrations carry it from beneath the bench and more into the rain. The call from home goes to voicemail. No other calls are received. Rain splashes on its screen. What involuntary buzzes it lets out is meant to let it know its battery should be charged. Its screen barely lights up each time, all in an effort to conserve strength. It is forced to say 'goodbye' before the night passes. Before then the red letters were only given up when it was powered down to ensure a quality viewing experience for all. It always woke up though. It was not so sure this time. The screen flickered to blank black.

The phone awoke with a fully battery. The room it found itself in is unfamiliar. He's face to face with a young woman. She's fiddling with the security settings, something its previous owner had neglected to do. Then again, its previous owner didn't have it for long. When the phone's set down on the table, it finds the SIM card had been taken out, now laying on the table next to it. The phone can feel a new one in the slot inside of it. The women spends some time filling it with unfamiliar numbers and attaching smiling faces to them. When she leaves her room, she tucks the phone into her jeans pocket. It has been found and it is warm again.

The End