Thursday, September 24, 2009
His Pocket - Anne Wright
His pants pockets didn’t jingle. Oh, maybe a thin dime and a quarter would rub together but they didn’t make the tinkly noise of a pocketful of coins. Ed used those coins left over from buying a cup of coffee and a piece of pie to give the girl a dime and some pennies for her effort. The two dollars he handed the cashier were thin and tired. One time he had felt for the quarter and fifty cent piece and found only a frayed seam. He made sure to have Greta sew the holes in the bottom of his pockets. Every morning after he buckled his belt, his fingers searched both pockets for a loose thread, a thinning in the fabric, the surprise of a missing coin. He never wanted that to happen again.
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You tell us so much about this character just by focusing on his pocket, and what is or isn't in it. And what you tell us about him is so original & fascinating. Terrific piece!
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