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The Handbag Gang The tapestry flowers embellished with sequins was It was an odd hobby for a 15-year-old,
collecting handbags and other accessories, especially as few of them were
ever used. It was just as strange that her two closest friends, Sam and Toby,
shared the same passion. Every season they would display their collection
at a local bazaar to buy, sell and exchange handbags, brightly coloured silk
scarves, and gloves. Leather and plastic were banned. Every item had to be
fabric; linen, velvet or canvas, lovingly hand embellished with appliqué,
needlepoint, embroidery or beads, and very colourful. Sam had the skill to mend, make and
create new items, an ability inherited from her mother
who was a florist expert at designing wreathes and bespoke greetings cards
for every occasion. Toby was 16 and had a steady boyfriend, but that did not
interfere with her dedication to fashion accessories. In fact, Luke was happy
to help out, searching for antique handbags, scarves and gloves in charity
shops and boutique sales. And it was Luke who made that extraordinary
discovery. None of the friends had seen a handbag quite like it before, its
iridescent satin catching the light like butterfly wings. It also had zipped compartments. When
Luke had searched each one in the charity shop they were empty. The mere fact
that someone had donated something this expensive was remarkable in itself.
Expecting them to leave valuables inside it as well was a little too much
to hope for, but “But I went through it thoroughly,”
protested Luke, “and nobody but us has touched it since. It’s not one of you
having a joke, is it?” He knew that the Handbag Gang was too dedicated to
waste time on playing tricks like that, but it seemed to be the only explanation. “Perhaps it’s a demon taxi driver’s
fluffy dice,” suggested Toby. The four of them stood gazing at the
mysterious black cube. Then it moved - very slightly, but
just enough to make them jump. “My God! It must have batteries,” exclaimed Luke. “It’s an electronic toy of some sort,”
Toby agreed. “Perhaps it operates by Wi-Fi.” “To do what?” The words were hardly out of Luke’s
mouth when its sides opened. Like a piece of origami, huge, iridescent
petals unfurled. “Oh that is too weird!” The four friends backed away as the
cube rapidly increased in size and exuded a grey duvet of mist. The room grew dark. Then the ghostly mist dissipated and
the room returned to normal. The cube resumed its original shape, as innocent
as a fur fabric dice dangling in the windscreen of a taxi, albeit driven by
a demon. The Handbag Gang refused to discuss
what had happened. None of them indulged in illegal substances or was prone
to hallucinations, so embarrassment inhibited them from talking about it.
Months passed. It did not occur to
them that the odd experience had been responsible for the sudden burst of
energy that had encouraged them to transform their innocent interest in fashion
accessories into a serious business. They called their new brand Butterfly
Designs. Within a couple of years the young adults were
supplying accessories on eBay to brighten up drab society. They soon had the
funds to expand into clothing and their designs were mass produced for the
high street outlets they established. Their commitment to colour and decoration
became an obsession. They did not understand why, when people were more affluent
than they had ever been before, they dressed in such dull, uniform colours.
The chemicals that enabled modern textiles to be dyed in brilliant, exotic
shades had never been used to their full advantage in the West. Designers,
especially those of the major stores, seemed committed to the dull end of
the spectrum as though anything else would scare off the customers. Even the
fruit and vegetables on supermarket aisles had better colour coordination
than the clothing department. After five years of trading, the entrepreneurs
were controlling a huge clothing empire with outlets across Soon, bright colours were everywhere. Schools changed the compulsory grey,
navy blue and dark green uniforms for rainbow colours which pupils could mix
and match. Military designers suggested silver braid and buttons on lavender
for a range of dress uniforms, but were promptly reprimanded before they started
adding sequins to combat gear. No longer just a fashion statement,
brightly coloured clothes, from Bermuda shorts to burkhas, became the norm
across the globe. Rich and poor alike now felt free to express their individuality
in the way they dressed whether neat or sloppy. People became happier, more
confident, and satisfied with life. Cases of depression dropped and mindless
crime became rarer. Those early, precious items they had
collected before launching Butterfly Designs had been lovingly packed away.
Now it was time to remove everything from the crates stored at The beaded and embroidered handbags
were first to be pulled out. Then Luke came across the iridescent, satin bag
that he had discovered so long ago. There was something inside it, so he
shook it out. A black velvet cube fell onto the polished
pine floor and bounced against the crystal encrusted geode “What’s that?” Toby asked. Luke shrugged. “Don’t know. Can’t be worth anything.” “Chuck it away then.” “Okay.” Luke opened the door of the
stove in the centre of the open plan room and tossed the cube into it. The change was imperceptible at first.
Then slowly colour began to leach away from everything; their fine clothes,
furnishings, and even the garden furniture outside. For a moment the companions hardly
noticed. Their world was losing its rainbow
hues to reflect the dull state of mind they had dwindled into. As colour seeped away from the world,
with it went the friendly smiles of strangers. The world’s pessimistic outlook
returned, so did the petty squabbles, intolerance and murderous wars. That night the small cube sat in the
dying embers of the fire. It shook the ash from its velvet skin like a small
dog, and then shot up the flue and out into the dark sky embroidered with
nebulae, gas giants and diamond stars. |