The Pathless Path

Written for a contest, kept for myself, shared now

I watched the two friends get one of their suitcases, talking about picking up the perfumes they had bought on the outbound. The suitcases were larger than both of them but they all matched in light pink and cheap material. My suitcase was approaching on the belt, a dark blue, unassuming. Then one of the women told the other, “fijate, mirá que vienen la…