The red suitcase trundles past again. A green ribbon informs me that it isn’t mine.
A few bags are left wobbling on the circulating belt. The diminishing crowd is also beginning to wobble—with anxiety.
My escape had been a flash reaction. Always fermenting, dreamily preparing but, until yesterday, just going round and round in my mind. Renewed aggression had forced me into action.
My red suitcase quickly stuffed with fragments of hope, then honest words scribbled and pushed under the sugar bowl. Now, away from the baggage of home, I grab someone else’s. A wheel is missing. That doesn’t matter.
I love this story – so much ‘packed’ in it.
Thanks. It’s better to be the writer than the person in the plot.
Top-notch. So much to admire and conveys something bigger than the 101 words allows. I love the baggage carousel metaphor. It feels like a lot of work went into this piece of microfiction and it pays off.
Thanks. A very encouraging comment.
It feels like you carefully curated each sentence. It’s a great story.
Thanks Yolanda. When you only have 101, every word counts – I could never write a novel!
Sometimes in life you have to step off the carousel – Great story ?
Oops an erroneous question mark. Should be a full stop. It is a great story.
Thanks Lesley?
You’re right – and sometimes leave your baggage behind.
Love the imagery and melancholy of this piece.
Thank you. By pure coincidence I was at an airport today – a lot of emotion to be found there – and the odd wobbly wheel.
This is a wonderfully devised story—complex, evocative, and emotional, with a fantastic metaphor and a just-right ending—that will really stay with me.
Thanks for such a positive comment. It’s thoughts like yours that motivate.
Nice!
Thanks Scott, glad you liked it.
This is brilliant, easily relatable to and so clever with the allegoric references. Well done! I look forward to the next one.
Thanks for your lovely comment, Elaine.
Waiting for luggage is the most stressful of times. Enjoyed your story, hope the cases turned up in VN.
Ha, sounds like you have inside info and are tracking the baggage.
Great piece. Perhaps our future might be at the Lost Luggage counter. 😉
Yes, life is much more fun if you never attach your name to any baggage.
Thanks.
Wow. What a well-crafted story. You had me from the green ribbon.