Hand Luggage
The left wheel of your suitcase rolled straight into a grey blotch of spit. You didn’t see it. The wheel kept turning. It turned as you walked down the alley, as you made your way towards the grey-brick house, among so many other red-brick houses. That sound of the wheel, dissonant, when you went two or maybe three steps back the moment you realized you’d dropped something from your hand.
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In the white empty room he had rented, the two of them had arranged to meet. She had been the one to initiate everything, suggesting that they get together every now and then, secretly. He agreed. It seemed like the only thing to do, accepting. Besides, which of them could truly say no? It was far from being his favourite word, and she’d always struggled with saying it.
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