gunnysack

Shifa wordlessly passed him a gunnysack from the boat to use as a towel and took over the oars.

She was made of crocus, but she never felt as rough all over as a real gunnysack.

I had laid in a huge store of gunnysacks, hoping to fill them all with the threshed grain.

In my case, it didn’t settle gently like a leaf, it thudded down like a gunnysack of organ meat.

“There’s three gunnysacks on the back porch,” he said.