Someone Else

Pink dress. Brown hair. Twinkling green eyes. Big smile. Missing front teeth. Plaster on her elbow.

That’s how they remember her. She stays frozen in their minds. Never growing up. Forever trapped as a five year old.

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Grey mini suitcase with blue handles and lining. The salesman that sold this to me said it was ‘one-of-a-kind.’ Lying git. If it were true, I’d be exploring the city instead of berating the airport from the landline of my hotel room. Having no success except running up the telephone bill, I reluctantly hang up and rub my temples to ease the growing migraine. Defeated with nothing else to do, I stare at the stranger on the bed. Curiosity and my itchy fingers unzip the suitcase to explore the unfamiliar possession.

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