The Suitcase

The suitcase was baby blue and shimmered, like a doll suitcase. It sat open at the curb, rain falling on its collapsible hangers and smart cloth pockets.“An old suitcase!” I said, checking the latches to see if they worked. “I’ve always wanted an old suitcase!” I picked it up. It swung neatly in my hand. … Continue reading The Suitcase