A Safe Stash

The hallway grew dark, signaling time to tuck away my small journey bundle. I looked around the woven tray for a proper hiding spot. Next to the brass key ring lay a deep, dark brown leather coin pouch with a round snap button. Moving cautiously, I pushed my neat bundle—the transit card clipped to the receipt—until its smooth plastic edge slipped cleanly into the open pocket flap. It slid in with a soft rustle, sitting snug and upright inside the leather fold. I rested both flippers against the pouch and gave it a gentle tap. Everything is tucked in for the night.