Short story: 100 words or less
She picked the box up and headed for the stairwell. She briefly thought about saying one last good-bye, but decided not to.
While walking downstairs she thought about what kind of caption she would apply to this particular chapter of her life, now that it was closing. The only thing that came to mind was “What a long strange trip it’s been.” She shook her head; “I don’t even like the Grateful Dead”.
At the bottom of the stairs, she paused for a second, then opened the door and headed for the train station.