The Clutches

He kept talking while she dug in her handbag. Keys, a handful of change, a dog-eared small paperback, two plastic sabres from that night with Evelyn last month, lipstick, crumpled grocery store receipts, one of the dangly earring she thought was lost, a pretty much empty matchbook, but not what she was looking for.

She heard him call her name.

“I’m sorry,” she said, snapping the purse closed and pushing it to the side.

“I almost got lost in there.”

Prompt courtesy of Lillie Mcferrin‘s Five Sentence Fiction.


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