The Suitcase, which had been lying still under the crooked bed for over 100 years, was grey, smothered in dull, murky dust.
John opened up the suitcase, lifting, turning, looking, frowning. What was within was unexpected, the suitcase was empty… “Why? Where? When?” John exclaimed.
Obviously he was expecting the crumpled old thing to contain things that were more valuable than the King’s jewels. To find out that the thing, which he had been working to his whole life, had turned to nothing was heart wrenching. He was devastated beyond repair. The only thing valuable there was the shriveled old layer of the suitcase, and even that was worth nothing, not even a penny.
There was now nothing left to do. Absolutely nothing. This was the end of a journey which was very unsuccessful. His whole life leading up to just nothing.
Circling the damp room John began to think about the suitcase being mysteriously empty, and was puzzled because he was sure that there would be some sort of information in there given to him. He then thought that maybe there is something there, however he has just scanned over it, so he took another deep look inside.
The walls of the case were frayed; the bottom was very worn and had small holes which you could see the rotting floorboards underneath. There was obviously nothing there apart from the stench of old, decaying material. The strap was hanging on by a thread and looked as if to snap if any pressure were applied to it.
John scanned with his eyes, dotting from side to side, up and down the empty thing. Nothing there was to be found, but he just couldn’t accept it. He wanted to believe that he had found something amazing.
But he hadn’t…