Unwanted

Dumped Phone

How many times have I walked through these bloody gardens? He thought

He took the path leading to a sunken garden. The garden maintenance crew were not usually allowed in the museum, but it was freezing and café could be open, he would warm up like any other normal human being.

[James broke his way out of the garden now he is standing in a frozen lake].

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out, it was a text message from center office. Saying that “due to adverse weather he would be required to attend his work placement”.

He was about to turn back, when a noise broke the silence. It was tiny and distorted.

‘Hey! Who is there?’ He shouted, his voice emerging high pitched. It was only when the noise ceased, and seconds later, began to repeat, that James realized that it was the ringtone from a mobile phone, and should be coming from one of his co-workers.

James carefully made his way towards the sound of the ringtone. It was a light tune and as he drew nearer he could hear that it was coming from the boat shed. He reached the low roof saw a glowing illuminating the gloom from behind the tiny boat. The ringtone stopped and second later the light went out. James was relieved it was just a phone.

Gardening crew was always finding empty wallets, dumped after the cash and cards were removed

But why dump a phone…………..?

Surely you had only dump a really crappy phone? Thought James. He was now beside the rowing boat and could see that on the other side of the shed, lying on a little wooden ledge, was an iPhone.

The phone rang again. The light row the iPhone east the frozen surface into shining green and underneath he saw a hand, reaching up to where he wounded was face of a girl. Her milky brown swollen eyes. James recoiled with a yell, he lay for a moment showed. Then he heard a faint squinting sound.

Panicking he tried to get up, to get as far away from the dead girl as he could, but he plucked through the ice into the freezing water. He felt the girl’s cold skin against his. The more he fought, the more their limbs become intertwined. The cold was sharp, absolute. He heaved and retched, wishing that he had reached that phone but his thoughts of seeing it were gone. All he wanted now to call for help.