Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Hounds Tooth

When I was in first grade the pay phone at Murray Avenue School was in a closet in the hallway opposite the principals office, with shelves painted blue. It was also the lost and found, stuffed with orphan mittens, wool hats, and scarves. I took off my black and white my hounds-tooth coat and called my mother to come get me. The coat disappeared! To this day I have not been forgiven for forgetting my hounds tooth coat in the booth. It would not fit me now or fit my dog. But the story still looms large flickering across my storyteller face.

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