Monday, August 31, 2009

My purse

In a snap he was out, her Gucci bag trailing behind like an unneeded accessory.

Three quick turns later, he was deep in the medina: his environment.

But then he saw a blinding light and nothing but darkness. When he regained consciousness the woman started to question him.

"Where", she asked in a mix of a grumble and a roar, "is my purse?"

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