The Bag

You are walking down the street, going home. Orchestra rehearsal just ended and you can't wait to get in the house and finally relax. You turn on your phone to see if you got any calls. The time reads 8:54 p.m. All hopes of getting home before dark quickly faded. Suddenly, a man walks out of the convenience store in front of you. You try to be as quiet as possible; you don't feel like talking to anyone. As the man is about to turn the corner of the narrow street, you see his black book bag fall off his shoulder and onto the ground. He disappears around the corner. You stare at the bag, thinking about whether or not you should run to give it to him.