Charge

Her phone was down to just 15% battery.
She knew it would last about another fifteen minutes before it started to drain itself even quicker by informing her that she had a low battery every twenty seconds.
Why didn't the bus have electrical sockets? It was an outrage and possibly a violation of her human rights.
She stared at the screen.
13%.
She sighed. If she could just wait until the bus got there without looking at her phone she would be ok. But she couldn't, could she? She swiped the screen and checked her email.
No new messages.
10%.
YOU HAVE A LOW BATTERY.
No shit, Sherlock.
She sent a quick text to her friend, telling her she might soon be incommunicado.
8%.
YOU HAVE A LOW BATTERY.
The bus sped along, still almost half an hour from her destination.
The phone decided to emit a loud bleep to accompany the panic-laden message.
YOU HAVE A LOW BATTERY.
6%.
It became impossible to do anything without receiving that damned message. She put the phone in her bag and looked around her.
All the other passengers were busy with their mobile phones. Playing games, interacting on social media, reading news, listening to music.
She felt sad and stared out of the window.