Arranged Affair

~Coming home~

~Daniella~

I shove every article of clothing I own into that old, torn blue suitcase. This is the same suitcase I had packed to move in and now the same suitcase would help me leave. As I struggle to pull the zipper closed my phone begins to ring.

"Hello," I sat with my phone between my shoulder and my cheek, "I'm leaving now dad I'll be at the airport in a few hours."

I hang up the phone grab my suitcase and jacket then head down to the main lobby of my apartment complex. I return my keys and walk out the doors. Never again will I return to this rat infested, cockroach home on 3rd street.

I open the door to the yellow cab and sit on the torn, blue, leather seats.

"To the airport," I say.

The cab accelerates and I'm now on my way.

~ 15 minutes later ~

"20 bucks"
"Oh, uh ya here," I say putting the money in the sweetly, tattooed hands of the driver who looks like he just got out of prison, in fact I wouldn't be surprised; people like that are hard to avoid in Manhattan.

The cab is quick to drive off before I can even shut the back door. I walk into the airport full of excited travelers who are probably going on a more exciting adventure than me.

Who knows? Maybe going back home won't be so bad.