The Girl with a Briefcase
By Emma Kang
She pranced into the lifeless room
With a timid smile and a stony stare
Her jacket hung loose, undone, unfastened
Her butterfly leggings came closer and closer
She stopped.
Her feminine taste in clothing quite ordinary
For her size, her solid vibrancy quite customary
Then may I ask, why did this girl seem so awkward to me?
She stopped.
I found the intruding object
A large brown briefcase
Charismatically worn out
She stopped.
She unhinged the two buckles
Cluck. Cluck.
Reader, what do you think was in the briefcase?
A series of books?
A pair of sandals?
I liked it
It was a perpetual sight