The Pink Handbag
To say that the handbag was eye-catching 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 sat down on the bench like seat avoiding a small tear in the purple fabric. The room was empty apart from a couple on the other side of the room. They were caught up in a romantic embrace so their faces were hidden. I had intended to visit the gents but the distraction of seeing the handbag had made the need less urgent.
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. Next I found a bright red lipstick which made me think, 'She 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 I plucked out a pink mobile phone 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 dream world.
'Excuse me ducky, have you seen a handbag around here love?'
looked up to see a man in tight pink trousers and a sequined royal blue blouse-like shirt His shoulder length blond 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.