In my husband’s shirt pocket, I found a tiny, black doll sock neatly folded.
In C’s pants pocket, I found a blue, crumpled late-slip with something handwritten from school.
In E’s pants pocket, I found a neatly rolled-up stream of pink ribbon embossed with hearts.
In my jeans pocket, I found a twenty dollar bill, and a gold ring which our daughter had lost at her grandparent's house and I had found.
But it was the tiny black sock that made me stop what I was doing...
I felt the fabric of his shirt to my face and when I did this,
I could faintly smell his familiar, woodsy warmness.
And I closed my eyes for a few seconds
But then moved on to the next task of the day.
A wicked Cajun Fairy named Robes Pierre entered the impenetrable Magical doll land of Sha Bebe. Queen Faustina, the ruler of the doll land, thought she had destroyed him, but he's back! Will the doll land survive his evil ways?
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
I agree with Sandi. This is a very good write and makes me want to 'sniff' my s/o's shirt that he wore today. Janet