Monday, 17 June 2013

A tall case of waiting

Last night I found myself at either a train station or airport. It wasn't clear as I was in a terminal waiting to depart but couldn't see beyond the exit. 

I didn't have a suitcase but knew I had left one somewhere but couldn't remember where it was. Everyone around me were either carrying or pulling a suitcase on wheels. 
The suitcases were all at least 8 feet tall too, making them extremely difficult to manoeuvre.  
As I watched the people go by, they were either attempting to pick up fallen cases or struggling to move them across the shiny floor.

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