Roger Shipp is our host for the FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER
This week’s picture is by Alexander Schimmeck on Unsplash
Georgia stared at the contents of the black holdall she had emptied onto the bed.
Having expected dirty laundry from her few days break, she was totally unprepared for this.
The bag was identical to the one she owned, but this was definitely not it.
Not quite knowing what to do, she sat down and in her mind retraced her steps since she’d got off the bus. Her holdall was sitting on the pavement so she’d picked it up and called a taxi for home. It had been in the hold throughout the journey but otherwise not out of her sight.
Twenties, tens, fives, nothing of too high a denomination, and in total, just over two thousand dollars.
Honesty was always the best policy so she bundled the money up and called a cab to take her to the police station to hand it in.
When she arrived, a woman was yelling at her young son about playing silly pranks and she recognised several fellow passengers.
She went up to the desk and gave her name and address to the officer on duty.
It appeared the young lad had crept into the luggage hold when no-one was looking and switched several of the luggage labels onto similar pieces, then returned to his seat waiting for the fun to start.
Georgia’s dirty laundry was peeking out of a holdall just like the one she was holding and a guy was watching her intently.
‘Mine I believe,’ he said nodding to her hand.
‘Erm, apparently,’ she said, taking her rightful item from him.
‘Bet you’re curious……………… ‘ he added.
Georgia flushed scarlet and he went on
‘I had a good hand at a poker game, all legit, honest. Can I take you to dinner?
I didn’t expect to see this lot again.’