The Neighbor’s Fedora
A story in 100 words (from the Daily Special prompt, Oct. 10)
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Oct 12, 2021
When the new neighbors first moved in, I assumed they were old fashioned people, fans of all things retro.
I never saw any of them without a hat, until that day and the wind.
When the old man’s fedora flew off his head and rolled into our yard, I picked it up and handed it to him.
And saw the horns.
He saw me see the horns.
“Please don’t,” he said, so shyly. I looked away and gave him his hat. He put it on.
We have rarely spoken since, but we watch each other.
I have my camera ready.
