Day 306: Hot Wheels

Retiring Champion

The Contender

Walking home from the station, dragging my laptop wheelie case behind me heavily, like I'm Jacob Marley weighed down with chains. 

As I trawl up the hill, I draw level with a woman and her small son.  He has a little suitcase on wheels.  I overtake.  He eyes me, and my bag.  He breaks into a determined trot.  He overtakes.  I hang back a bit.  He waits for me.  This is not about overtaking.  He wants to RACE. 

We're on.  I stage-manage things carefully.  After a couple of nail-biting moments, he wins, and is beaming at me in delight.   

I know my bag isn't any lighter, but it feels like it is.