By Fred

I found an old suitcase in a charity shop.  Didn’t need it, didn’t even want it, but before I realized what was happening my hand closed around the handle and we were on our way home.  There was no key, and anyway the lock had rusted solid.

For years it stood in a corner collecting dust, but I never had the heart to throw it away.  I looked at it, and it looked back at me.  If it had a secret, it wasn’t going to tell.  All I now remember, is its enigmatic smile that said, “I told you so.”


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