Max Firehammer
Bio
Max Firehammer is a writer from St. Paul, Minnesota. In his spare time he plays the drums for a punk band.
Stories (1/0)
Switcheroo
It wasn’t until Lewis got home that he noticed he’d taken the wrong suitcase from the airport baggage claim. He cursed himself under his breath when he opened it up on his bed to unpack and realized his error. It was probably the anxiety of flying that had clouded his mind and led to the mix-up, although it would’ve been an easy mistake for anyone to make. The outside of the case was nearly identical to his own, an old hard-sided bag in pale blue with twin brass clasps. The contents, however, pointed to a great polarization. Where Lewis wore argyle sweater vests and tweed blazers, the stranger wore silk shirts and designer tracksuits. Lewis’s clothes smelled of coffee and dry erase markers, but the stranger’s smelled like cigarettes and cologne. Lewis studied Joyce and Eliot, and the stranger had packed Hustler and a couple of detective paperbacks. The only thing that could not be found inside was any kind of identifying information. In his own luggage, Lewis had a little tag sewn into the lining, bearing his name, address, and phone number. Standing over his bed, staring into the wrong suitcase, he hoped with all his might to hear the phone ring.
By Max Firehammer3 years ago in Criminal