The old suitcase looked promising.
Perhaps a key to a safe deposit box, or a photo of a long-forgotten and possibly excluded family member, or a map, or the directions to a palace we had owned a century ago were all inside?
We’ll leave it to open another day.
Time for a walk, a swim and a good stretch before the evening whisky, then sleep and tomorrow the promise of opening those fading latches.
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