Runaway
From Planet 236
A short story by Francesca Rhydderch
The yellow lining was always a surprise. Sometimes it was the gaudiness of it that made her stop short, at others the thought that perhaps she didn’t have the right clothes or enough money, or maybe she just wasn’t ready yet. This time the suitcase opened like a ripe peach that had been sliced into two golden halves, offering up a tortoiseshell brush set strapped into the lid, and gathered pockets made of soiree taffeta.
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