the lost phone
The Lost Phoneby Clive St.clement-RoyalIt was a warm day and I had been sitting in the busy cafe for two hours now drinking tea and working on my laptop. I was trying to write my thesis for my masters degree in volconology and it was not going to plan. The waitress, as instructed brought me a new cup of tea every 30 mins and put it down and cleared away the dirty cups. It was then I noticed a woman come in the cafe and look round for somewhere to sit, I indicated that she could sit at my table...