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The Shawl

Lost items, pens, socks, remote controls, and the occasional pet are very rarely truly lost. That would be wasteful. A few years ago, my parents were visiting me in Atlanta. We had had quite the day of exploring and eating and were all very ready to relax in the park. There weren’t many seats available, but we managed to find a bench near the apiary in a forgotten corner of the park. The sun was going down and it was very pleasant to have a place to watch the magnificent colors unfold over the treetops. My mother, a fastidious woman, rarely left home without one of her colorful silk shawls. Today was no different, even though it was quite warm outside. She unwrapped the shawl from her head and let it sit on the bench beside her. We continued to watch the sunset. That day there was an abnormal amount of buzzing coming from the apiary. The bees must be having a meeting, I thought. Then I heard my mother fussing. Her shawl was missing. We left without finding it. Just recently, it must’ve been last Wednesday or so, I got a call from my mother. She had not forgotten the shawl (it was given to her by my grandmother she said). She told me she found nearly the exact same one. Excitedly she told me how she had found the item in a flea market upstate. The lady had been selling honey but she was wearing the shawl. My mother had managed to convince the woman to sell her the shawl right off her neck. She did tell me that the shawl was quite sticky. The honey vendor must have forgotten to wash her hands.

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