The empty suitcases sat quietly in the corner of his bedroom. One still had the tag from the last adventure wrapped around its handle. It was not a proper adventure, as others would call it, but for someone like him so focused on work, the tag that suitcase so proudly displayed, seemed in the dying light of the day to remind him of the sights and sounds of the place he had been, blotting out the dreary work for which he had flown. And somehow he thought about using the suitcase again, but letting IT have a proper adventure this time. He would end up putting the thought away for the night...although the seed had certainly been sown.
Posted on: Mon, 05 Aug 2013 00:46:36 +0000
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