A red wallet, a cell phone, a pair of glasses, and a pen. The contents seemed untouched.

A dog walker had found a purse in the bush at the park across from the police station and brought it in. The shoulder strap was torn, but the metal clasp still locked. A $100 bill was safely tucked inside the unscathed wallet. There was, however, no credit card or ID.

“Was she robbed?”

“Cash still there.”

“Homicide then, Detective?”

“No blood.”

“Kidnap, maybe?”

They turned on the cell phone, which had no cover and looked pristine. Generic wallpaper appeared. When the detective clicked the address book icon, it showed no entry. There was no record of text messages, and the photo library was empty.

“She must’ve just got a new phone.”


“Who is she?”

A few hours passed, and a gray-haired gentleman visited the police station.

“I was wondering if someone might have turned a purse in. I seem to have lost mine in the park this morning…”


For Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Week #34









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