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Upon the stairs was a small bag, not the sort to put much in, a sort of modern handbag fashioned from recycled car tyres. The zips were the brightest of purple and the long shoulder strap was perfectly black.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 7, 2019.
The plastic bag was torn, the handles were stretched from the heavy shopping that had been in it yesterday, now all it held was a spare pair of socks and a toothbrush, it was all he thought to grab before running out the already open doorway and down the cracked pavement.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 9, 2012.
Paper bag, smelt as if it once held bananas, sweet smell subtle but discernible as it mixed with the heady August heat.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 9, 2012.