Bags

It was regarded as an unsavoury part of town.

Although the coffee shop he’d taken refuge in, after his heavy stint of shopping, was pleasant enough. Happy to put down his two large bags, he sat comfortably sipping his coffee and relaxing for the first time since leaving home several hours earlier. It had been hectic out there. The shops were crowded and he’d had to try a number of stores to get what he wanted. As a result of his nonstop day, he realised that he needed a toilet. Looking around, he saw the sign. Then he stared down at the huge bags at his feet. He couldn’t see himself lugging those in there with him. To say the least, it would be awkward.

He looked around. The man facing him at the next table was eating a large scone with his drink. He felt sure he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. He studied him for a moment. He looked kind; that was the only way he could describe him.

Looking straight at him. He began tapping his chest and pointing to the toilet sign. This was followed by a gesture that indicated his large bags. He raised his eyebrows.

The man smiled and slowly nodded.

When he returned just a few minutes later, he was horrified to find that his bags were gone!

He felt the anger burning away at him as he approached the man, still sitting there, happily nibbling at his pastry. The man who was supposed to watch his bags.

It was only then that he noticed the white cane.