Lost and Found
To say that the handbag was eyecatching would be an understatement Its colour pink
was shockingly blinding pink. and was hard to miss where it lay on a seat in a quiet
corner of the bar of the pub I had stopped off before catching my train back home.
I carefully undid the clasp and started to browse the contents. A mirror and a compact
powder tin. A busy lady I thought always on the go, a little vain maybe. Nextt I found a
bright red lipstick which made me think, 's'he likes to look good, a business woman maybe?'
I then found an address book maybe this will give a clue to her identity,. mmmm Jeremy,
Cecil, Alfie, Tarquin. Aaa aah, likely business associates in the world of fashion maybe?
could be a model. Next a pink mobile in a fur-lined case. Keeping up appearances I see
and her favourite colour is pink.
I started to return the contents unaware that someone was approaching. A voice brought
me out of my concentrated dreamworld.
'Excuse me ducky, have you seen a handbag around here love?'
I looked up to see a man in tight pink trousers and a sequinned royal blue blouse-like shirt.
His shoulder length blonde hair glistened as he faced me wearing a Cheshire cat smile.
and as he looked at me I was sure that he winked. I slowly rose out of my seat giving him
the bag as I passed him in silence.and without looking back I made my way towards the exit.
Needless to say I will not be visiting that pub again.