The Briefcase By: Dhiraj Amarnani Life, I really am sick of it. The hum drum life of a desk officer, no worries, barely any excitement, barely any money. Such a poor system, not even able to afford paying me my dividends at the end of every month. Yet I am the one who is put out on the street when my accounts’ broke. Life is truly bullshit especially to me. “LOU” my commanding officer screeched, ah jeez what’d I do now? ”Fantastic job on that report, keep em coming. By the way, I heard you just had your house repossessed, if you need somewhere to stay I am always open.” “Thanks but I think I can handle myself,” Uttering with discomfort. “And worse comes the worst, I can always move back to Seattle. I got a family waiting there for me”. I personally wouldn’t call it a family. It was basically just my mom and dad, living out their old handicapped years in good ol’ Seattle. He grinned while I grinned back, it was awkward for a while but the lull passed soon enough. I needed to escape life, it was too boring to live! Stuck all day at a boring as hell office, no excitement, just pushing papers through yet this easy job truly was not enough. I need more; I needed to do something insane to quench the thirst of excitement within. Me running out of the office like a mad man, causing sweat to drip down my face like a never ending stream of water, incessant. Finally reaching the door of my blonde 1986 Volkswagen, I yanked it open and climbed inside. I crushed the accelerator in, screeching the car zoomed out of the lot towards my home. As I pulled up on the driveway, I ran out, climbed the stairs and busted my repossessed house open. I took my passport, credit card, ID, some extra clothes and rand down. I leisurely cruised toward the airport ready to start a new life, ready to leave my old one behind. I sprinted through the terminal, finding a new life. Looked for a perfect city, for a new start at life and I finally found it. The Queen City, Seattle, pretty much paradise all in one small town. I knew it would be easy to find a job there; homing prices aren’t too expensive, I would be close to my parents. It truly was a perfect place to live. As I walked toward the ticket counter, I was stopped in my tracks by a Texan clasping a metallic briefcase, his passport in one hand and a small suitcase in the other. I knew he was from Texas, his bright jeans stood out like the sun in the sky and woven exactly like a cowboy, his hat was beige like warm luminescent leather gleaming in warm summer sky. “Oh, sorry” He said to me, polite as hell would’ve described him. “It’s alright, seems like you need a hand…”His face was blood red and water dripped down the left of his face, down his nose, dropping down onto the floor. “Oh please, would you mind taking the briefcase over to that Starbucks, I need to get off my feet” “No problem”
“By the way, I’m Bill” “I’m Lou, pleasure to meet you” Why not? Maybe he would give me something to drink or eat or, something. We sat down at a corner table at the end of the restaurant. We got to talking and one thing led to another and-‐ “It seems like we’ve met before,” he paused for a while “OH, do you work at that police station down on 7th? I think I saw you doing some paperwork or some shit like that” “Yeah that’s me, a desk officer” At this point I had already told him about my plan for Seattle. How I wanted to start a new life, a new city, new friends including this Texan and family. We luckily were sitting next to each other on the same flight so I was pretty lucky to have a friend I could talk to the whole way. “Hey, how bout I carry that metal lookin briefcase for you on the plane, it seems heavy” I reached over to grab it, man was it light. “Oh thanks a bunch, I really didn’t wanna be lugging that piece of shit the whole way to Seattle.” We said goodbye, he said he was going to board the plane a little later than I was. I took the briefcase with me and trotted into the gate. After a while, without hesitating to look around the terminal for Bill, I climbed aboard the 737 cherry virgin airlines on my way to Seattle. I slipped the briefcase in the pale overhead compartment and sat in the chair. Abruptly, I realized the plane started to move, but no one was next to me. I wondered if he had just been in the toilet or maybe he had met another friend but I wasn’t sure. Sooner or later the flight had taken of, no sign of Bill. Suddenly, the 737 began to shake. I thought turbulence but we were way to early into the flight for it to be so I started looking around for him but he was nowhere to be seen. I figured there was probably an emergency at home but who knew? I was the only one. Smoke began to pour down the edges of the plane, but nowhere else did this happen. Smoke began to darken while I just tried to overlook the idea. Thickening, it started to spread around the cabin. Next thing I knew I was listening to the captain talking about how they were going to have to make an emergency landing close by. Overhead, there was a slight ember, as small as a marble cultivating so fast. The next second, fire plagued the plane; the screams filled the air while the moans of agony grew like a virus overcoming its next victim. I glanced up; the plume was originating from my compartment. The briefcase. Stupid smoke. They say before you die your entire life flashes before your eyes but it doesn’t, only the important parts. I saw, my commanding officer, my cheap ass 1986 Volkswagen, my small one bath one room apartment, and that briefcase. I never understood why the briefcase came into my vision.