The Briefcase

The Briefcase

A briefcase lost in the Bermuda triangle washes ashore in Miami. Granting the objects inside power.

Chapter 1 by RicoLouis RicoLouis

John sat at the counter as he read the Miami newspaper. It was a slow day in the little pawn shop he ran. Friday's always where. But he didn’t mind so much. He looked up when he heard the bell on the door. An attractive woman entered. John wished he was still in his prime as he took her in. She was maybe in her late thirties. Long brunette hair. Piercing green eyes. Full breast and legs that went all the way up.

“Hello.” She said as she pulled her lose strap of her bra back up her arm.

“Hello ma’am, how can I help you today?” John said with a smile.

“Um, my name is Penelope Hunter. I got a call that someone found a wallet belonging to a Jason Hunter.” She said.

“Ah, yes ma’am.” John said as he smiled and walked over to the other end of the counter.

“I had a bum come in the other day with a briefcase. He said he found in washed up on the beach, I wasn’t sure if the wallet was originally in the briefcase or what.” He pulled out a metallic briefcase setting it on the table.

“Oh my god.” She said covering her mouth.

“This was your husbands?” He said as he smiled at her.

“Yes.” She said.

“Well I am sure he will be glad to have it back.” He said as he put it on the counter in front of her and opened it.

“No, he is dead.” She said with a gloomy look on her face.

“Oh I am sorry.” John said.

“He was lost at sea in the triangle over a decade ago.” She said looking of into the past.

“Oh my.” He said just looking at her. She seemed to be lost.

“Well do you want me to carry this out to the car for you.” He said with a smile.

“No…” She said with a sigh.

“I buried my husband a long time ago. He was out on the boat with his lover when he vanished.” She said taking another deep sigh.

“All that suit case would do was drag up old memories I don’t want. Please just sell it, throw the stuff away I don’t care.” She said now sounding more awake and in the present.

“Well at least let me give you some money for it.” John said with a smile.

“You don’t have to do that.” Penelope said.

“Please I insist I wouldn’t fill right just taking all this stuff.” He replied holding up a hand.

“I will also give you a ticket and hold it for a few days if you change your mind.” He said as he got one of the tickets he normally gave people when they put stuff on pawn.

“No, I don’t won’t this stuff. Please just sell it.” She said as she gave him a look that could melt even the coldest heart. It was clear it she was trying to forget her husband.

“Okay.” He said with a smile.

“Can I get you to sign a ticket anyway just for legal reasons.” He said sliding the ticket toward her.

“Certainly.” She said as she began to dig into her purse for a pen, pencil, or anything. John began to look for one himself but didn’t see one, he was forever losing pens and stuff. He looked over and happened to see a pencil in the briefcase.

“Ah here we go.” He said as he pulled it out. She just smiled and gave a nod.

“Just sign here. Fifty sound good to you?” He said pointing to ticket before he walked over to the register.

“Yea sure. Like I said I really don’t want anything.” She said as she smiled up at him.

“Its just my way ma’am.” He said as he walked back toward her with a fifty in hand. He handed her the fifty and reached down and pulled the carbon copy ticket off.

“Here you go this is your copy.” he said handing her the ticket.

“Thank you.” She said with a smile.

“No problem ma’am.” He said. She said her goodbye and off she went. He sighed watching her go. Her ass twitching as she did. He then went back to his paper. He flipped to the next page where he saw the crossword. He started looking around for the pencil.

“Now where did that pencil go?” He said unable to find it.

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