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The Briefcase

Hello! Happy New Year! I wish all the best for you in this beautiful year. Life is wonderful and it's too gorgeous to miss, so look remember to look up at the world around you and appreciate it for what it is <3

I have a little short story here! I wrote in my English class today on the prompt of introducing a new character. I hope you find her intriguing!


She carried a bag everywhere she went. A small grey briefcase, with a number engraved in it - 226. He found it interesting, but never found the courage to ask. A meek knock sounded on the door, at the same time of day, on the same day of the week, just like every week. As the door opened, she entered, a trail of daises laced through her smile. She walked with grace, as if she was trained to avoid landmines. The chair awkwardly scraped on the floor as she yanked it out, smile faltering for a moment. Never more than a moment. Her voice was deep and loud, cracking on every other word as she spoke. ‘How, err how have you b-been?’ she asked. He shrugged. She settled her little grey briefcase on her pale blue dress. It was the same dress she wore last time and the time before that. He pictured her home, perhaps a little flat, with an empty wardrobe save for a pretty blue dress and desperately empty hangers. He saw her smile falter again for a moment after he shrugged. Never more than a moment. He made contact with her cold eyes. They were a nondescript brown and empty in an unforgiving way. She was the picture of elegance, that was a given, but she was an empty picture. Like a half finished colouring, a rose with just half her petals coloured. But he related her more with the thorns rather than the rose.

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