I bin standing on this corner in Winslow Arizona since she tossed me out. Well…me, a half dozen t-shirts, some ragged jeans…
The wind blew them sideways –not so far as his nasty boxers, but not hard and vertical, like his Gameboy.
Gravity.
She’d smelled Lulabelle on him late last night. He left for work. She began hers. ‘Cept she treated me gently, even cried a little when she put me out here. I’d been his grampa’s suitcase.
And now, Lord! She drives up in her flatbed Ford.
She slows down, stops. I see she’s looking at me…smiling.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2018)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (07/26/2018): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about what happens next to a stranded suitcase. Go where the prompt leads you, but consider the different perspectives you can take to tell the tale.
My apologies to Jackson Browne and Glenn Frey
Valley of the Trolls 
I think I know where that Ford’s headed. Bye-bye suitcase.
Unique perspective. Well done.
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Thanks, Norah!
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I’m interested in this Lulubelle — I think I might like her truck, lol! Such a clever way to bring lyrics to life.
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A prompt, and a random song floats by from an open car window…
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Good one!
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Thanks, Molly!
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One down, six to go… 🙂
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Ha! Would that be checkmate?
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Again, ‘Ha!’
Brilliant incorporation of that classic.
Any guy that hangs with Lulubelle and plays Gameboy is good to send packin’.
Take it easy.
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(Suitcase loaded in the cab of her red, flatbed Ford) 😉
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