An Angry Bag
Hey old fool, said the bag to the sack, how long have you been tied up there?
The sack didn't know and thought it would be wiser to ignore the bag because it was clearly on the warpath and that cord with which it was tied was there for a very good reason. At times he felt inside the broken pieces of a life shifting and rumbling, but as long as Sack stood still, at least it remained calm and peaceful.
Hey, dirty sack, the bag roared, as he angrily threw himself at his neighbour, man, you don't look very well, that person should have thrown you away a long time ago.
The sack tried even harder to ignore the aggressive bag which was definitely not easy and the excess weight was also too much for him. How much could a bag of anger actually weigh?
Bag's behaviour left the pieces of a hard life at stake. Sack felt internally how the shards crunched and cracked. What would be the consequences if there was nothing left of those pieces of a human's life it asked itself.
Oh, how Sack longed desperately for the time when he was safely tucked away in the backpack. A backpack that was carried along for all those years. What had changed and where was Backpack anyway? Why was it that he was stuck with that nasty bag in the back of the closet? The entire situation didn't make Sack's life any easier.
Ugly bag, what is that supposed to mean, said Sack, who had had enough of the extra weight, get off me and out of my way. It's time for you to get solid ground under your feet. Don't you hear my insides grinding and cracking?
Don't you recognize me, the bag ranted, I have put up with you all these years. It was me who carried you along and now it's your turn! By the way, your pieces have wounded me to the core.
With an effort the sack slid out from under his load and stared at the ragged bag.
I'm sorry I hurt you, I never intended to. Please, let's be kind to each other and be friends again because we have carried so many hurt and sorrows together for all these years.
The bag looked angrily ahead and remained silent. Internally he felt empty, except for a pocket full of rage, because he wasn't needed any longer, been unceremoniously put aside with his contents.
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23-2-2024
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