The Final Six
The metal buckle reflected the hazy and dusty light of Main Street, faintly flashing and flickering beneath the bustling ferns in Lippman Plaza. Without thinking, Min-Ji reaches her arm deep into the plant, digging her nails into dirt until she wraps her fingers around a cold and stiff strap, pulling out a partially buried black leather duffle-bag. Her heart thumping against her chest, she quickly decides to sling the bag across her shoulder before running to catch her bus. On the groaning bus, her fingers graze the dirt-scattered leather of the bag resting on her lap while she watches the sky descend into the royal blue and blood orange colors of the evening.
