The Bag
A Blessing or a Curse?
By Gail WyliePublished 12 months ago • Updated 10 months ago • 1 min read
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Tripped! I lay in the dirt cursing. My morning run ruined. A shoulder strap snaked across the path. I grabbed and pulled. A leather bag emerged from the underbrush. I picked it up, fully intending to drop it into the next garbage bin.
Home again, where I realized I was still carrying it. I unzipped it and dumped it onto my kitchen table. Banded packets of hundred dollar bills tumbled out.
Now someone is knocking on my door. I stare in horror. Wondering who is on the other side. Wondering if it is safe to open.
About the Creator
Gail Wylie
Family therapist - always wanted to be a writer. Have published books on autism. Currently enjoying trying my hand at fiction. Loving the challenges of Vocal. Excited to have my first novel CONSEQUENCES available through Amazon.
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