Prompt – The Pink Shopping Bag
Another prompt via Rachel. Thank you, love!
Disclaimer: I own a messy room. But no Twilight.
I'd seen it.
She couldn't hide it from me.
That fucking bag had to be here somewhere!
Bags didn't just disappear.
And she'd never been good at hiding... well, anything.
I'd already checked her usual spots.
No go.
Same for the attic and kitchen closet.
I was pretty sure I'd been bitten by a spider while searching the garage.
She had been known to stash things in her dresser, under jeans...
I turned on my heel, racing upstairs into our room.
There she lay, posed almost-naked on our monster bed.
"Hey there, Sailor."
I found the bag.
And its contents.