Cracked brown leather entangled with slippery green seaweed and a slurry of forgotten feelings. Submerged under a heavy blanket of stormy waters, it lay, latently, entrenched firmly on the sandy seabed. A watery vortex, silently spinning, violently, faster and faster, pounded the brown leather encasing, over and over. Emotions spilled like sputum, fighting for breath as they emerged from their dormancy and swam towards the shimmering surface of the sunlight above. A suitcase of memories washed up on the shore.
By Liz|2013-05-21T10:45:32+01:0018 November 2011|