(I think I am writing this silly story to release stress. Both my parents passed away 3 months apart. I am the trustee and am having to go through, sort, give away, throw away, sell, and get the house ready to go on the market. It's very hard...so many memories.)
Anyway I just returned yesterday from working on their place again. They live out of town. So, I will release some more stress.
Oh my! What has happened to my Maggie? Do we have Sherlock's out there?
Anyway I just returned yesterday from working on their place again. They live out of town. So, I will release some more stress.
'She just sat there drying out. The next morning her the young woman finished getting ready for the day and grabbed Maggie. She remembered the popcorn that had spilled in the bag and looked inside to make sure it was all cleaned out. The young lady was very disappointed when she grease spots all over the inside of her bag. It even smelled funny now. She held up Maggie and gave her a good look and then she saw the bottom of her once favorite bag. All water stained and soiled. She thought about where it sat last night a vaguely remembered someone behind her spilling their soda. It had ruined the smooth saffron finish. The color looked all blotchy, dark in spots and washed out in others. Oh, how could I be so careless thought the woman. I can't use it like this. She quickly changed her items into another bag. Maggie found herself being stuffed into a shopping bag; Lonely, isolated and empty. Later that day, Maggie heard another woman's voice. She listened and learned she was being placed in a second hand store. Oh Maggie thought how could this be? She heard discussions about eBay.
What's going on? A camera was busy taking pictures of her from all angles. Inside, outside, bottom, left side, right side, and even her "badge of honor". Maggie was carefully wrapped and placed in a box. All was quiet. Days went by then weeks. Maggie's box was being moved. Bumped, banged, and then she felt like she was flying. More bumps and bangs. All was quiet again. Stifling heat was drying her leather and she needed out of that box! Finally the box opened...
Maggie felt the touch of caring hands. She felt the slather of moisturizers. Her leather was soft and supple. Her lining was carefully being scrubbed and blotted dry. But her scars from her neglect remained... (The saga continues and remains unsolved)
Oh my! What has happened to my Maggie? Do we have Sherlock's out there?

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