The Baggage

The Baggage

One piece, the blue one, is heavy. She pulls it towards the curb. Her face makes a gesture of exhaustion. The light changes. She waits until she can cross the street again. The big piece carries her to the other street. She sighs and goes back to get the other piece, the second one. And then there is the next and the next. It is back and forth, back and forth. She crosses several more streets with the baggage. It’s been a long and hot day. Now she’ll sit somewhere where people are talking and laughing. She’ll pretend none of this is real, that it never happened

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One Response to “The Baggage”

  1. Alex Says:

    Strong writing.

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