HE HANDED YOU A TRASH BAG AS YOU LEFT HIS HOUSE DIVORCED AND BROKE… BUT WHAT WAS HIDDEN INSIDE CHANGED EVERYTHING

You keep walking.

Then, about twenty steps down the alley, you stop.

A strange pressure tightens in your chest. Not sorrow exactly. Not fear. Something sharper. Instinct, maybe. The bag in your hand swings slightly and feels wrong. Not heavy. Too light. So light that suddenly it seems impossible to believe it holds garbage at all.A soft breeze stirs the jacaranda branches overhead. Blossoms tumble down around your shoes like tiny purple bruises.

You look at the bag.Handbags & Purses

Then you open it.