Post by Jenn on Jun 7, 2013 14:47:18 GMT -8
Sarah stared at the Rock Rebel purse and knew she should throw it away. The mere fact that she wasn’t going to spoke volumes. She had become attached. That meant she’d hesitate to abandon it in an emergency… which meant she had stuff in there that needed to be removed.
The black lace covered wine fabric was a favorite. She touched it, letting her fingertips run over the bumps of the lace. Then she opened the purse and started pulling out everything in it: Notebook, mace, hairspray, lighter, two scarves, one hat… and receipts. Sarah hissed in annoyance. The receipts were a break in security. They could be used to narrow down where she liked to go… and that she had cats… and that she shopped at the same store twice in one week.
She had gotten sloppy, complacent. And it started with her being too happy, too comfortable, carrying this one purse. It took a snake in court to remind her the folly of relaxing. She wondered if she’d been that way with her relationships. Sloppy, complacent, trusting.
Caroline.
Instead of thinking too deeply along that tangent, Sarah dumped the rest of the offending purse out on the table. A package of mints, three small boxes from the failed Giovanni meeting (Damn Nicholo anyway!), lip gloss, flashlight, and the unmarked gun Victor gave her. Dammit. Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy. That weapon shouldn’t live in the purse.
Throwing the beloved purse across the room in a futile gesture to deny it, Sarah picked out a simple tote to use for the next week. After that, it would be another purse… and then another. At least a month before she allowed herself to go back to the Rock Rebel one. She picked a select couple of items, shoved them in the tote, and left the rest behind.
She knew she should throw it away. But she didn’t.
The black lace covered wine fabric was a favorite. She touched it, letting her fingertips run over the bumps of the lace. Then she opened the purse and started pulling out everything in it: Notebook, mace, hairspray, lighter, two scarves, one hat… and receipts. Sarah hissed in annoyance. The receipts were a break in security. They could be used to narrow down where she liked to go… and that she had cats… and that she shopped at the same store twice in one week.
She had gotten sloppy, complacent. And it started with her being too happy, too comfortable, carrying this one purse. It took a snake in court to remind her the folly of relaxing. She wondered if she’d been that way with her relationships. Sloppy, complacent, trusting.
Caroline.
Instead of thinking too deeply along that tangent, Sarah dumped the rest of the offending purse out on the table. A package of mints, three small boxes from the failed Giovanni meeting (Damn Nicholo anyway!), lip gloss, flashlight, and the unmarked gun Victor gave her. Dammit. Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy. That weapon shouldn’t live in the purse.
Throwing the beloved purse across the room in a futile gesture to deny it, Sarah picked out a simple tote to use for the next week. After that, it would be another purse… and then another. At least a month before she allowed herself to go back to the Rock Rebel one. She picked a select couple of items, shoved them in the tote, and left the rest behind.
She knew she should throw it away. But she didn’t.