A lone bag sat up against a pole in the dark. It looked as if it were new, or perhaps someone had taken great care of it. The bag was closed, two loop straps were upon the top. It looked like a normal bag perhaps for a student busy with errands and homework lost the bag. Perhaps it was a business man/women on a business trip misplacing the bag you had found. The night was cold as the wind blew, picking up the bag thinking perhaps you could find out who it belonged too. On your way home, walking along with the bag in arm wanting to wait until you could get to a more reliable phone than your cellphone. The minutes and reception would be horrible now, losing them may make it so nobody else could get a hold of you of an emergency.
Getting to the door of you home, you unlock the door and pant slightly. It was still a quite a walk from and to places without a vehicle to get you there. Pushing the door open as its creak would sound like you just walked into a dungeon. Covering your ears with a huff, thinking 'someday I will fix that door.. along with everything else that needs fixing around here.' Placing your keys upon the table, and tossing the bag along with your own bag upon the table as well. Taking off your coat and tossing it upon the chair, you sat down exhausted from the day of work, and then the walk home. 'Two more days' You yawn out of your mouth covering it up with your left hand noticing the time. "Awww.. dammit.. in the morning." Standing back up, as you head to the bathroom to take a shower and then head to bed.
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