#WritcoStoryPrompt
Write a short story using at least three from the five prompts given:
An empty suitcase full of memories.
The messages added salt to wounds.
The car accelerated before the signal turned green.
A wardrobe full of clothes that still had their tags on.
A dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lies.

As I was walking into the room after five years, I saw that nothing had changed. It was spotlessly clean, courtesy our maid. Being back the room brings back the memories I don't need. I walked towards the wardrobe. I remember Shwetha and me jumping around the room wearing new clothes. I opened the wardrobe and saw that it was full of clothes that still had their tags on. It was the last time we had gone shopping. After returning, she discarded all her clothes just to hang the new ones. She loved to read. There was a bookcase at one corner of the room. It is still here, a dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lies. If anyone unknown to the incident, entered the room, it looks like someone still lived here.

I remember that night clearly, although I wish I didn't. After hanging all her new clothes in the wardrobe, Shwetha had got a call from her friend, asking to hang out. It was eight in the night, the car behind them accelerated before the light turned green, hit their car.

My life now is like an empty suitcase filled with memories. I close the door to the room. My mother was standing outside, waiting for me.
" Okay. Let's go." I said. She smiled and dabbed her eyes.
" I am happy that you came to visit her. She is still your sister." My mother said.
I nodded my head and smiled at her. We walked towards the door, bracing myself to meet my sister at her nursing home. She is my sister. It took a while for me to accept that, but she is my sister, always.

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