Unattended luggage

171. 7.30pm. Bottom deck, on the left behind the back doors.

A woman got on the bus carrying a small red suitcase. She tucked it neatly into the corner of the wheelchair space, then went upstairs to find a seat.

Suitcase. Suitcase suitcase suitcase… The young bespectacled man who was sitting directly behind the wheelchair space stopped texting and lifted his head. He looked at the unattended red suitcase. He looked at the stairs. Anxiety and indecision swarmed onto his face for a moment before he made himself relax his features and resume texting. The suitcase sat silently, redly, in the corner.

Some scenes don’t need any dialogue.


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