A Mile Off

Glancing at my watch I dash outside, whatever the motive behind this constant pressure, mindful of a less than gorgeous sky, chill-induced pitfalls lay ahead, to do list stuck on kitchen back door frame, browsed upon for one more final check, life-long navy tote bag now in hand, smart phone stuffed quite awkwardly inside a pale cream pocket, reckless as the day would soon reveal, in retrospect my concentration failed me, winter black ice patch wanton downfall, to worsen matters aforementioned IPhone slipped right out, spinning, wobbling, shuddering, dervish that I am, but somehow I regained that vital balance, albeit by margins close and nothing else, IPhone screen split on impact, this harsh splintered thud said as much if not much more, I should have seen this incident a mile off, weatherwise a knowledgeable boffin’s futile lapse, at least I wasn’t injured which must count, but now the usual steps, the usual burden, Care line calls, insurance, excess payment, damaged item pouch, defunct SIM card, the moral of this piece is pay attention, otherwise you’ll foot a hefty bill, and further tangled consequence at that, perhaps a spell in overcrowded wards