Crossbody Pocketbook Novels & Stories

Mia checked and double-checked her handbag to make sure she had everything she’d need for her first day at The Playbook. She had her pocket-sized portfolio, her wallet, apartment keys, phone, and mints, plus all the rest of the crap that filled her handbag like tampons and old shopping receipts, and tissues.

She strolled to her closet and took her luggage out from the dusted wardrobe. She had packed a few clothes in her luggage and squeezed some cash and her phone into her LV Palm Springs backpack. She had also taken her Cartier bracelet and Bvlgari necklace with her. These were her babies and she was not ready to give them up.

She emptied her purse belongings into a large Marc Jacobs shoulder bag in black leather. Meredith checked the time and grabbed another bottle of water and a couple of granola bars and tossed them into her purse as she headed to the door. She put on her Yves Salomon sand-colored parka. It was lined with fur and perfect for the snow fall that had taken place over night.

“By the way, if anyone asks, this never happened.” “Got it,” I said. I peered into the drawer. It was mostly empty; just a couple of boxes containing some expensive jewelry and a designer watch. Far in the back, though, tucked right up against the wall, was a small leather pouch. I pulled the pouch out and opened it. It contained a few items—a platinum credit card. A checkbook that looked like it hadn’t been used in ages. The receipts for the other items in the drawer. But there was one folded up piece of paper that caught my eye.

How close it might have been to her not being here now. I scrunch them in my hands and feel for anything hard. I check the back pockets. Nothing. Then I slide my hand into the front bib pocket. My fingers hit something soft. I pull the object out. It’s a tiny plush disc with a smiley face. I stare at it. My pulse shifts. I squeeze it carefully. Something hard and flat is inside. I can feel the outline of it. I close it in my palm. “How’s Tessa?” Her voice slides across my spine. I shove the clothing back into the bag and as I turn I stick the disc into my back pocket.

He glanced longingly at the water. “This day is so lovely…” Mackenzie kicked off her sandals, untied her sarong, then spread it on the sand. After digging in her bag, she extracted a small wallet. “Can you carry this for me? I don’t have any pockets.” Wyatt swept his gaze over her scant attire… A few scraps of fabric held together with string. No, she didn’t have any pockets. But she had a lot of things he wanted… His pulse raced but he held out his hand.

“I only want to know one thing, Mr Chorley. What was it that you stooped and picked up just before you came in here?” “I - “Chorley half sprang up from his chair, then subsided again. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said lightly. “Oh, I think you do. You picked up something and you put it in the right hand pocket of your jacket.” There was a pause. Indecision was written plainly on Chorley’s handsome face. At last he made up his mind. “Take your pick, Mr Private Detective,” he said and leaning forward he turned his pocket inside out. There was a couple of cinema ticket stubs, a tin of miniature cigars, a lighter, a mobile phone and a tiny silk rosebud.

Canus took a significant amount of blood from me, so alongside my tumultuous thoughts is the persistent ache of thirst. I’ve changed my sweatpants out for a pair of jeans, but I’ve left my jumper as is. With me is one of those decorative rucksacks, but one that’s as functional as it’s aesthetic. In it is my new wallet and my smartphone. Thank Nox it’s a Saturday night and the shops were open for me to buy my accessories, and thank London for its continued proliferation of nomadic cabbies.

Letting his shirt go, I guided the cart away from him into the women’s section of clothing. Luckily, I nabbed a couple jeans in my size and threw in a few of their generic cotton shirts. There were some movie or internet related ones but nothing jumped out at me enough to swap out for the plain colors. Underwear, socks, and a couple bras were next. I was flat as a board but it felt good to have something more than just your nipples bushing up against a shirt. Plus, the black lace bralette was actually cute. Crossing the path to the shoe section, they had some off brand Chucks in my size that I threw in. I also grabbed a pair of slippers and a belt. They had purses but I snagged a backpack th

He also referred to himself as my tutor, a role I didn't mind. Among all the staff present, he was the only familiar face I recognized, even though we had only met for two days. Entering my locker code, I opened it, putting some textbooks I had gotten earlier from the bookstore inside my crossbody bag that had been in the locker. I found the crossbody bag there, it was a gift to every students in the school except you didn't want it. I noticed Riley had one; she hung it in the room but used a different backpack to carry her things around.