FICTION: Coming back to the city of ghosts

I went to America not just for college but to start a whole new chapter of my life. A new book, even.

I don’t know why I decided to walk home from the airport, but I did. There’s no proper pathway from the gate to the main road. So, for a stretch of the way, I had to carry my heavy suitcase awkwardly in one hand, bending my body acutely to support the weight. People were staring at me, but I didn’t care. I was already on my way.