sighting two
friday, i was waiting in line at the bank, guessing to myself which customer would be done first and listening-in on conversations. i looked at the old man all the way to the right, who was wearing a gilligan sailor hat, bermuda shorts, and white sneaks with socks pulled up. he looked both lively and really old, like he just came back from taking his great-grandkids out sailing. and i couldn't stop staring at the right side of his head, at the hole that was once surrounded by an ear. it sunk into his head like an ant-hole, looking like it went on forever. there was only a small part of the ear left, eighth of an inch wide, right at the top, and extending with the expected dips and curves of a normal ear. the skin around the ear hole was very pink, like a scar from a burn. i bet it was blown off during a war. or maybe it was a fourth of july fireworks accident from childhood. i wanted ask him the story, like i would have if he was my grandfather, taking me out for a sail.
maybe my next sighting won't be of lost body parts...
maybe my next sighting won't be of lost body parts...
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