Crossbody Pocketbook Novels & Stories

38lb with a 15+1 capacity, it’s definitely my gun of choice. I take out my beauty and start loading it. Once ready to go. I strap my gun holster to my thigh and strap in my gun. I grab Crimson who is now clean as a whistle and strap her on the other side of the holster, then adjust my skirt. I place the burner phones in my black handbag, and I am ready for action. “That’s what you’re wearing?” Marcel asks with a concerned frown. “Yes. What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I ask curiously as I look myself over.

Reaching inside it, I pulled out a couple of bottles of water, the candy bars that I had bought at the convenience store, a first aid kit, and lighter, nothing that would help me. But as I held onto the bag, I realized that the bag still had some weight to it, and I noticed that it had another compartment. Unzipping the smaller compartment, I reached inside, and my fingertips brushed across cool metal, as my hand wrapped around the object within, pulling it out of the backpack.

Two flashlights, one big and one small, the big one also serves as an electric cone for her self-defense. Another collapsible iron shovel. A straw hat covered in dirt. A pair of Nike sneakers. A pair of camouflage climbing pants. A freshly gnawed piece of bread had been flattened. Two portable chargers, N batteries. When the policeman saw her pull out something more, his eyelids twitched, and when he finally saw her take out her wallet, he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked very upset, this backpack doesn't look big, how can it be stuffed with so many things?

She stops because she finally has a decent idea. The convenience store smells like burned coffee, wet pavement, and stale hot dogs. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead while old country music crackles softly through cheap speakers. Nobody looks twice at her. Good. She keeps her head down and grabs only what she needs: a cheap hoodie. jeans. sneakers. a small canvas crossbody bag. Lightweight. Durable. Adjustable. June studies it carefully. It'll work in wolf form. Good. Cat slips into the cramped bathroom near the back of the store.