Bag
No one noticed her. Crumpled. Transparent. Too light to be important. The plastic bag remained on the floor of the market as people hurried past, full of things they thought were more important than it. But the bag saw everything. He saw fights. He saw goodbyes. He saw people happy for little things. The wind hit. She moved on her own. — Am I good for anything? — he thought, making the noise of old plastic. A child kicked. An adult complained. A cat played. And yet… she remained there. Until the wind got stronger. The bag went up. It spun. It danced in the air as if it had life. For a few seconds, he was free. It was seen. It was the center of attention. Then… it fell again. On the floor. Same as before. Or maybe not.
About Bag
No one noticed her. Crumpled. Transparent. Too light to be important. The plastic bag remained on the floor of the market as people hurried past, full of things they thought were more important than it. But the bag saw everything. He saw fights. He saw goodbyes. He saw people happy for little things. The wind hit. She moved on her own. — Am I go...Read more