Microscopic Stories

Baggage

Baggage

I saw her in the airport, weeping in a chair near the baggage carousel. In my awkward, masculine way, I tried to comfort her. Her suitcase had been lost on her flight from Antigua. Someone must have taken it, mistaking it for theirs or, perhaps, it had been stolen.

The authorities were very helpful, although the suitcase remained lost. She was offered a room in a hotel for the night while further enquiries were made and this did much to mollify her anguish. We said our goodbyes.

When I opened my case that night, I found nothing but women’s clothes.


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