The Hat He was at the bus stop, on his way home for lunch, when he realized he’d lost his hat. He would have sworn it was on his head. Indeed, he kept touching his head as if he might suddenly find it there, as if his hat could lag behind him and catch up to him. He had very little hair. This was why he loved the hat, along with the fact that it had belonged to his father. His father hadn’t given it to him or anything like that. A few years ago, years after his father had died, he noticed it hanging on a hook in the hall where it had always hung, and tried it on, and looked at himself in the mirror, and decided he quite liked it. And ever since, he had worn it nearly every day. So often did he wear it that he had friends who cried out in surprise when he took it off. Now it was gone.
The Hat
The Hat
The Hat
The Hat He was at the bus stop, on his way home for lunch, when he realized he’d lost his hat. He would have sworn it was on his head. Indeed, he kept touching his head as if he might suddenly find it there, as if his hat could lag behind him and catch up to him. He had very little hair. This was why he loved the hat, along with the fact that it had belonged to his father. His father hadn’t given it to him or anything like that. A few years ago, years after his father had died, he noticed it hanging on a hook in the hall where it had always hung, and tried it on, and looked at himself in the mirror, and decided he quite liked it. And ever since, he had worn it nearly every day. So often did he wear it that he had friends who cried out in surprise when he took it off. Now it was gone.