Monday Sparks
Okay, it's a writing challenge thingy. Because hey, we can all use a little help on Mondays. Me especially. So post away, tell me what happens next.
Monday Sparks #1
You arrive home after an exhausting business trip, drop your suitcase on the bed, open it... and discover it's not yours.
Time Flies...
12 years ago
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"What's the matter?" came from the doorway.
I couldn't stop staring at it. "Come here."
Ben moved to the bedside, shaking his head. "It's just that Homeland Security crap. They rearrange your entire suitcase while they--whoa!!" He jumped back on reflex, pulling at my arm. I yanked it out of his grip.
"Is that... is it real?" he whispered, awestruck.
I pulled my sleeve down over my hand and picked up the necklace. It was heavy with gold, encrusted with jewels. I'd seen one just like it only three days before in the Cairo Museum.
"It's real. And I'm in deep trouble."
I looked at the ID tag, which proclaimed the owner to be one Jane Portman of Boise. That's right, the lady next to me in line, with a suitcase just like mine.
The nice lady with the fussy baby. I really appreciated her, because she went to great lengths not to inflict her colicky child on the rest of us. She sang softly, she soothed, offering bottles and binkies while, like the rest of us, clung to our chairs in that horrible eight-hour wait, glaring at or ignoring people who moved in close in case one of us should move an inch out of those grainy plastic seats.
After that huge delay, a three-hour flight, and what was undoubtedly the worst luggage pick-up free-for-all known to man, I had taken this poor woman's suitcase.
And found out where, in the eight hour delay, she'd stuck her baby's used diapers.
Oh, cool! That would be a gorgeous thing to find, starvingwritenow. Gosh, you could write a whole novel on that opening alone!
And robyn ... ewww! LOLOL ... great last line!
Sadly, I have nothing creative to add tonight. :-( Me tired! But what a great idea!
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