#33 Down in the Dumps (400 words)

Inspired by: Down in the Highway

It was 2:45 in the morning, and Reggie heard the hotel room door gently close. His companion, Charlotte, had left. She told him she had to leave early for a flight, but he hoped she wouldn’t sneak out on him. He thought they were having a good time.

The two met in Mexico City’s airport when they both mistakenly went for the same suitcase. Their hands touched, and electricity filled the air. In reality, a light overhead blew up, raining sparks down upon them. Reggie shielded her with his overcoat.

“First, you try and steal my suitcase, and then you save my life? You’re a mysterious one, aren’t you?” 

“I’m not stealing anything. That’s my suitcase, I got it decades ago. Someone significant gave it to me.” 

Charlotte held up the bag, and the tag very clearly read Charlotte. Four seconds later, Reggie’s suitcase came by on the conveyor belt.

“This is embarrassing. Can I buy you dinner to make up for my actions.” 

Charlotte sized him up. “Yeah, you better.” 

The pair were inseparable for the better part of a week, but the expiration date always loomed overhead. 

Reggie threw the covers off and got out of bed. This place reminded him of her, he needed to check out. Reggie folded his clothes and packed his belongings. He packed all his belongings and latched the case when he finally saw the tag.

“Charlotte! She took the wrong suitcase!” 

Reggie ran out of his room and down the hall. In the lobby, he slammed the bell until the front desk attendant showed up.

“Did you see a woman come down like twenty minutes ago? Dark hair about my age?” 

“Yes, sir. I called her a taxi. Is everything alright?” 

“We got our luggage mixed up.” 

“She just left, maybe you can catch her. I’ll call you a taxi!” 

Reggie took off out the front door. He couldn’t wait for a taxi, he needed that suitcase back.

Not long later, he realized he looked like a lunatic running down the street carrying a suitcase. His lungs began to burn, and his legs seized up. 

He slowed to a crawl and eventually gave up. He sat on the cement divider, collecting himself. 

“I’ll stay in the hotel a few days longer. When Charlotte gets to Italy, I’m sure she’ll realize and call.” 

He slowly walked back to the hotel.

Published by einquin

Writing personal exploration flash fiction as well as building the foundations for a comic book universe.

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