The suitcase lay open as she looked round the room. What to take… what to take. Her thoughts were interrupted by thudding from the trunk at the foot of her bed. For a moment she stared blankly her focus still leaning toward sweaters and should she pack that one pair of jeans she owns. “Oh yeah.” She opened the trunk. “Forgot about him.” He looked up at her partly terrified, mostly angry. “Still haven’t learned” she said aloud. “How do you like being spell-bound? Literally.”
She winked and he woke in the local park being cuffed for nudity.
She decided to leave the jeans.
The prompt today is:
…the suitcase lay open…