This is a short story I wrote about a lost cell phone. It was published in Pank Magazine in October 2008.
She got into the cab on her way to the airport. She sat down and gave her instructions. “To the airport please.” The cab driver mumbled something. From what sounded like far away, she heard music, something from the seventies, Chaka Khan? A tiny, muffled sound: “Ain’t nobody, loves me better than you. First you put your arms around me….”