An Empty Pocket

The power strip has five of its six slots in use. "Have you seen it? Are you sure? No, I've checked my bag and my car." The discarded charger sits on the table. Defined by its job it has forgotten itself, only knowing what it is when it is functioning and fulfilling its purpose. He's on the cordless phone, a dying thing of the last age, only bought and maintained because his parents are too old fashion. "Alright, I'll try calling it. Thanks though." The night past though and he left in the morning with one of his pockets empty.