The No-Gift

A small - very small, indeed - short story by an ESL student.

Johnson found the little bag after he had packed the stuff for moving out. It was yellow, made of cloth, and it was as big as a open hand, and it had a small cord around it, like a belt, with which it was closed. As far as Johnson knew, it didn't belong to him and it didn't come to there through his hands. Perhaps he had won that as a gift? Birthday? He couldn't remember. He stayed there, peering at the small bag, trying to recall something, who knows it was a gift, a birthday gift... and the small bag that was flat untill that moment started to grow, to get bigger, like a baloon. Then he put his hand cautiously inside the bag, but he didn't thought of running away. He took a small square gift-box from it: the box was empty.