Her bright gold fingernails were a stark contrast to the worn brown leather part of the suitcase. As she sat on the bench with hands planted on the valise, my curiosity was raised as there must be something valuable inside. The rainy train station was dismal and only a few of us had chosen to stay outside.
An old man sitting on the last bench, probably a daily visitor to watch the travelers, was tossing bread crumbs to a determined pigeon pecking at his boots. A distant rumble informed us the train was approaching and as I looked back to the girl, she had moved to the edge of the platform holding her ticket.
The carriage came to a noisy stop and the girl pushed aside anyone ahead of her as if a force majeure was pushing her onward. Holding the case tightly to her body, I wondered what important secrets it held.