It was a suit case of a certain era. Wearing on the fringes but still beautiful and mysterious. It left you with an uncontrollable urge to open it and see what lay inside. It had an odor to it, not offensive but intriguing, leather, foreign spices, tobacco,brandy,heavy aromas.
Truth is, it was wearing from within, something withering from inside;
Put down too many times and kicked around, collapsing, scuffed and shoved aside, but the reptilian hide kept its character. Uncollected and stamped, forgotten, neglected and misidentified. Found again and welcomed. The outside bore the scars’ but not the cares. Many countries it has seen, labels attached with stickers, all encased inside life since creation. It would be stolen if not watched, but always surfaced with a mission. Untouched but always reclaimed. No one could really recall who it was, but the right ticket was presented and it was gone. Only to come back again from somewhere else.
El Rosa put his hands along the top and smiled, “Home again, here you are.”
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