Filthy Cellphones


Brady was typing furiously on his computer and didn’t even notice Kimberly approach.

In an attempt to surprise, she pounced. “Whatcha doin’?” she asked, giving him a squeeze.

He never lost focus on the screen. “Wanna know what’s really scary? Cell phones,” replied Brady.

“Where’d that come from?”

“I did some research. People eat with them. They use them on the toilet. That’s disgusting. Then they them it to their faces.” Brady shivered at the thought.

“I never thought about it before,” admitted Kimberly.

“Bacteria, e coli and feces are practically plastered on every surface, it’s a portable cesspool,” said Brady.

“And why would you research this?”

“Tomorrow’s the beginning of NaNoWriMo. I’m getting ready,”

Kimberly frowned. “I hate it when you speak in riddles.”

Brady shook his head disapprovingly. “November is National Novel Writing Month.”

“So you’re going to write a story about poo phones?”

“No. That’s just a small part. It’s call ‘The Importance of Being Excretal’. It’s a about…”

“Don’t tell me. I’ll read it when it’s finished,” said Kimberly.

Brady looked sternly at his fiancee. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Kimberly sought a hasty retreat. “That’s what I’m afraid of,” she said, then slipped out of the door.

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