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The Beast in the Blue Bag
by Barbara Unkovic
It made no noise. In fact, I didn’t know that it was even locked inside the bag until the bald man approached the bag storage area on the Catamaran. He squatted down, pulled back the zip on the top of the bag and began talking. His voice was an odd mixture of guttural cooing sounds and it was then that I heard it for the first time. Was it a cat or a rabbit or perhaps a bird? No, it emitted a nasty noise which was far too sinister to belong to any of those friendly, harmless creatures. It made a menacing and definitely unmistakeable hiss. I was certain it must be a snake. I imagined a brilliantly coloured spotted or striped snake. My journey continued and other passengers too became curious yet no one dared to look at the beast in the blue bag. However, one man who simply could not contain his curiosity went so far as to kick the bag accidently on purpose several times. But the beast stayed silent even though the bag almost toppled over. The catamaran docked and I hurried to the bag area, eager to get as close as possible to the bald man. I just had to get a glimpse inside the bag. I held my breath as he picked up the battered, now silent blue bag, but the bald man was too quick and with long, fast strides he was off and away down the gang plank as he hurriedly closed the zip on the beast in the blue bag.
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