I used to see him in the street with his little black bag.

If you give me five minutes I'll go home and get my black bag.

But he got out of the car, black bag in hand.

For a moment or two it was like being inside a black bag.

The black bag sat on a table in the back of the classroom.

He carried a black bag in his good left hand.

He is reaching back into the car for his little black bag.

There was even a photo of his body being carried out in a long black bag.

I set my black bag on the table and go through to the bedroom.

I shall take my little black bag and be gone.