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.
It's almost Christmas. Lynn Basil is writing her last book about a secret entrance into the magical doll land of Sha Bebe that she loves so much. Bagannos have taken over the world! Lynn finally meets her dolls in real life. Can she write in a Secret
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