Most of the other buyers ignored the old suitcase. They were busy bidding on newer bags that might hold laptops, tablets, or expensive clothes. Arthur looked at Lot 42 and saw something different. He saw a life full of movement. A life of train stations, hotel rooms, and narrow streets in faraway cities.
The auctioneer started low. Arthur lifted his paddle before he could stop himself. One man in a black jacket gave a half-hearted bid, but Arthur raised his paddle again. His hand was shaking, though the price was still small. Then the hammer came down. “Sold,” the auctioneer called.
Arthur blinked. Just like that, the suitcase was his. It was heavier than he expected when he carried it to his car. As he placed it on the passenger seat, something inside shifted with a deep, dull thud. Arthur stared at it for a moment before starting the engine.