The Blue Suit

Word of The Day Challenge: SMIKER

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There are days I think about him

and I wonder how he is doing.

The last time I saw him he was in a blue suit

that had  smelled like mothballs so

somebody had sprayed it with a little cologne

and it only made the smell worse.

I took it outside to air it out.


I sat outside  on a bench and watched

the Dead Man’s Suit

swaying in the breeze from a hook by the door and I wondered how long this

could take.

In those days we still used Sony Walkmans and I listened

to Abba’s album Waterloo from track to track.

So now I know that if  you hang a Dead Man’s Suit to air out

it will take that long to get rid of most of the smell of mothballs and cologne.


When I was done

I dressed the Dead Man in his suit.

I finished getting him ready for his funeral

and when I was done I checked his hair, his hands.

I straightened  his tie and then I looked at his mouth.

His lips were setting in a smooth straight line.

It didn’t look right. I walked from side to side and ran my finger under his lip


and I knew what belonged there

a smirk.

Of course I couldn’t let him go into his coffin with a sneer on his lips.

But it belonged there, it really did.

So  he went to his funeral, dignified, stern, composed

in his freshly aired suit

and I am sure, not really looking like himself.


Dear Birthday Girl


Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: REMOVE

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Dear ( belated ) Birthday Girl

This is a short  note to say that I have received a book that you donated to the Goodwill.

It’s funny because according to the inscription, your Grandmother and Grandad gave it to  you on May 16, 2013 and nine years later,  almost to the date I received it in the mail.

You will be glad to know that the book was in excellent condition. In fact the spine hadn’t been cracked yet. The pages weren’t folded or creased. In fact, it looks brand new considering it’s age. Your Grandmother’s handwritten inscription gifting it to you on your BIRTHDAY  in ink was very sweet and it looked like she had just written it yesterday.

I  should not to be judgy here.

Maybe you said thank you and kept it on  your bookshelf- and when you saw it you thought fondly of them. Maybe you even wrote her a thank you card. Maybe you died and never read it. Maybe your Grandparents weren’t nice people and the gift meant nothing to you.

But as I consider these things,  I think about my own  Granddaughter’s bookshelf.

On the top shelf are a collection of books from her Great Grandparents to her Father ( my son ). Some are beautifully illustrated hardbacks, some are those little cardboard books that toddlers chew and sometimes sleep with. Others are just picture books that have seen better days.

Most of them have little messages from her Great Grandfathers that have passed on, other’s have little messages from her Great Grandmothers. I think that one day when she looks at them those signatures will tell her a little story too.

I’ll just say this,

I felt a little sad when I saw the story your book told. But it gave me a little to think about and as a writer moments like this are my bread and butter.That’s why I’m not going to remove or cover up the inscription after I’ve read it and added it to my library.


Happy Belated Birthday

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