Baggage Claim, Up One Level
by Anna G. Joujan
Shiny black boots with pointed toes step swiftly, confidently. Wheels slide behind them, carrying a stylishly businesslike suitcase.
Tiny pink sneakers with glittering laces hop, running to keep up with simple gray flats, cross-strapped in place.
Large athletic shoes, emblazoned with the miniature image of a leaping wild animal, lope casually. Next to these, a set of fabric boots, rimmed with brown fur, keeps close pace, so close as to lightly brush against the neighboring shoes.
Finally he spots the perfect set. Gathering his courage, he watches as they near, focusing on the edges of the denim that hangs low over the soles. Finally, the moment comes. He springs into action, watching for the cue to follow those denim ankles, imitating the motions as he steps on . . . slides forward . . . starts to ascend.
He has conquered the obstacle, and he is rising towards the top—towards the future. So this, he whispers to himself, this is America!