Read by Paul Clarke
George was hurrying down the stairs, checking he had his train ticket in his jacket pocket, when he realised his phone was missing.
He groaned and heaved his suitcase back up the three flights to his flat. This was all he needed – it was Christmas Eve, he was already running behind time, and if he missed the train back home, his parents would never let him forget it. He’d have to buy a new ticket and catch a later train, and would probably end up standing for most of the three-hour journey.