“Something’s lost and can’t be found
Please, St Anthony, look around.”
“Mum, what are you doing?” asks Elle as she watches her Mum empty her handbag.
“St Veep has hidden my phone, so I’m asking St Anthony for help.”
“How’s that working out for you?”
“No luck so far hon.”
“Did you know you can get an app to find your lost phone?”
“Yep. It will ring your phone so you can find it, even if it’s on silent.”
“Thank God. Let’s ring my phone then.”
“It only works if you put the app on it before you lose it. Duh.”
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
St Veep n.
The patron saint of mobiles that are lost while switched to silent.
The slimiest of any given collection of dim sum.