A perfect luggage

She opened the closet and took the white shirts that were inside it. She put them carefully over the bed. She took one, she buttoned it and put it into the luggage. She did the same with all of them. When she finished with shirts she began with pants. She took one of them, taking care of the line that had to be in the middle of each leg were in the right place. Sure about the right position of the line, she put it into the luggage. Everything had to be as tidied as she could do it. Because of that she kept focused just on what she was doing. Her mind was empty of other thoughts. What she was doing had to be the most important thing in the whole world. That was the best way to do it, and she perfectly knew it. He was going to need also some sport clothes, his shoes and his tennis, besides socks and boxers. So she took those things too. Even though he was not going to appreciate other kind of things that weren’t so necessary, because he had perfectly shown his troubles to recognize the slight things, mixing and confusing deep with surface, she put his shaver-set, and some toilette things, like soap and shampoo. Surely he was not going to be pretty interested in them, but it was not the point. What was the point? To prepare a perfect luggage and she was doing her best effort to get it. So, she took the list she had prepared the night before and began to look up the articles, making a tick on the left side of the words if the thing appeared where it had to.

Everything was ready. She looked at the watch. She still had time to take a shower before he came back home. After that she drank a cup of greentea, her favorite one when she was interested in enjoying a break, and sat on her black sofa. She still had time to smoke a cigarette. She took the box and with a quick sight she realized the box was almost full, fortunately. She stretched her back over the seat and felt her body too heavy. She lit the cigarette and put the ashtray over her laps. She kept smoking calmly as if it were the last cigarette she was going to smoke in all her life. When she finished it she put the ashtray over the coffee table again. The stub was laying on it rounded by ashes like a corpse in a funeral rounded by flowers.


Just in time the door was opened by him. Everything is ready, she said. I have prepared your things. You just have to pick them. I hope not to see you again, you know…

He took the luggage. Damn it! It’s too heavy. What’s the hell did you put inside it?, he hardly shouted. It seems as if it were full of debris. Could you call a taxi? Are you listening to me? Are you dumb? No, i’m gonna tell you what’s the fucking matter with you. You are crazy. You are absolutely crazy. You look so ridiculous! I hate your full-blown appearance! Not only this…I hate your hole appearance…I hate you, you know, i hate you. I don’t want to see you again!

She locked the door and kept close to it until she could listen to its click. Then she got rid of the ashes that were laying on the ashtray, throwing them in the rubbish. Obviously he was already on the sidewalk.