Fumbling The Bag Meaning Novels & Stories

I spin and throw my arm out as hard as I can against the midsection of the poor abused bag. Closing my eyes, I feel the emotions from last night and all the pent-up feelings of being back home. With a scream, I throw my fist forward. The bag flies across the gym, leaving sand in its wake. I stand there panting, my feet parted and chest heaves. I move towards another one and begin again. This is the fifth bag I have used since being down here. I keep going, remembering my training.

I held the bags close to my chest with the other hand. Just after I stepped out of the elevator door. I did an airswipe command to show me the time left and I still have 5 more minutes to make it out of that door. I smiled for my freedom was just a few feet away. While I'm walking, my tears flow uncontrollably when I drop one of the bags on the floor and it spills, causing me to slip. The other bag rolled somewhere I don't know how I ended up in this condition, but I hurt my leg while in the process.

After buying some fruits and vegetables for todays dinner which i am gonna cook i made my way to the counter . "Hello ..." she said taking the things . "Hi " i replied. After paying my bill ....i walked out . Ok .. Ok. Two bags in my hands filled with goods .... And.. I am abandoned in these woods . Not woods ..sorry road . It will take what ..like ...15 mins ? I walk handling the big bag in both my hands . Shit ... I tripped and it resulted into some contents falling from my bag . Uuurrrghhh.. I was about to bend down and pick the bags of chips up when a hand grabbed it .

Her joyful voice brought me down to reality and I hurried to put the rest of the things in the bag before facing her. “I hope you are done Miss,” Her distant steps became sharper and louder. “Oh yeah,” I unintentionally shouted and scrambled the rest of the things into the bag, trying my best to rearrange it properly. I arose from my awkward position and flashed her a nervous smile. She smiled at me questioningly when she saw me with her bag. “Sorry, I tripped over my foot and fell. Silly me,” I explained sheepishly. I gently placed her bag back on the couch in the same position I saw.

My legs were shaking as I head toward the door. What have I done to myself. Why am I this daft and stupid to not probably his just a bag properly. Aside been plus-sized , stupidity is my next But. I picked up the bag. Moved back to my position as I outstretched my right hands. Placing the bag on the table before her. I dare not place it on her laps or waiting for her to receive them in her hands. She would rip me off my head immediately if I ever try it. “Whose luggage is this.” She asked, staring at me.

A wink! ... I'm still horrified by the vegetable exchange as I reach my apartment building twenty minutes later. Not used to city living where I have to carry all my purchases with me, I bought too many groceries at the street store. I struggle with the door and my two full bags of food and have to use my butt to keep the door open. I'm one step inside the building as the bag on my left arm starts to slip. In some ill-fated attempt to stop the inevitable, I try to realign it by leaning forward. Physics never was my strong subject in school. The side of the brown paper bag folds over. All my carefully selected fruits and vegetables roll through the lobby as I stand by and watch.

Another wolf accidentally shoved me from behind, then someone squeezed between us before I could steady myself. "Ouch!" I lost my footing and crashed onto the ground as pain shot through my palms. Then realization hit me; my bag wasn't with me. My eyes darted around until I saw it was several feet away. "No..." A passing wolf stepped directly on it… then another. "No!" I scrambled toward it, but before I could reach it, another careless kick sent the bag flying through the crowded street. My eyes widened. Without thinking, I chased after it. The bag landed near a group of children, their eyes lit up mischievously.

I have been taught that since I was old enough to walk. Scrambling in my bag at my waist, I feel out for vials and pouches that I know without even looking at them. Grabbing the rough hessian bag at the bottom and yanking it out, clutching it between two hands and holding it close to my face, hands shaking so badly as nausea swirls, and I can barely breath.

I rammed my fists into the bag, sending it flying backwards and striking it with violent kicks, but the fucking bag didn't budge. It was just as stubborn as the emotions that were eating at me. I aimed for emptiness, but the more it brushed my fingertips, and I struggled to grasp it, the farther it slipped from my hold. I wanted to purge these feelings from my system, but they were just as hot-headed as I was.

he muttered, then gave a sheepish smile to me. "Seems I might have lost the bag..." "Oh, fuck me!"