Baggage

Some have more than others.

He didn't know where or when his destination would reveal itself, but until then he was content with going wherever he was taken by fortuity.

She had so much she needed, so much baggage that the airline wouldn't let her board. All of the luggage came where she did, and consequently she spent her days in the same place she had always been.

They'd promised to always meet in the middle, and she refused to get in his way. He'd taken her, after all, despite all of the suitcases and luggage he's had to carry for her. She's offered to handle it, but he told her he'd rather help. She could see his strained expression behind the smile every time his lifted another weighty bag.

On the days of his return she would stand by the baggage claim, luggage and all, and wait for him to run down the stairs and into her arms.

His plane had been delayed before, but not by this long. Finally she stopped waiting and returned home, bags dragging behind her.

He was so relieved.