MUAHAHAHA TGREAPER “Sir, you dropped your wallet,” I said, holding the leather billfold In my outstretched hand. He smiled nervously and nodded his thanks before shoving it in his pocket and hurrying off. He looked like someone from an old spy movie with his trench coat and fancy hat. I really liked the hat. That should have been the end of it, but it wasn’t. A few minutes later he was in line in front of me at Starbucks. Then I saw him walking down Fifth Avenue while I was at the newsstand. He was stalking me, him and his amazing hat. I had to do something about it. I pulled out my notebook to get his address that I wrote down before giving him his wallet. I went home and looked at all the photos I’ve been taking of him since I saw his hat the first time. It was time to meet him. I picked the lock on the back door and slipped into his house. He had a collection of hats in his living room closet. I saw them and went all giddy. I parted the rows of coats and saw something that froze my blood. Pictures of me. Walking, eating at the diner. My God, sleeping in my bed. “I like your jacket,” I heard from behind me. I turned just in time to see the club connect with my head. As I laid on the floor watching the room go dark I could make out his hat. I love that hat.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 23:45:03 +0000
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