Misplacement

Drabblez Magazine 2017

 

Misplacement

 

I misplaced my keys again, Annie. Have you seen them?

Not in a while, William, Not in a while.

I checked to see if I left them in the car and the car’s missing. Did we lend it out?

No, William. You sold it.

 When?

A little while ago.

How little?

Two plus years.

You’d think I’d remember something so important as selling my car.

You’d think.

I’d think what?

You think you should wash up for dinner?

I do and let’s take a walk or go for a ride afterwards.

I’d prefer a walk.

Okay, me too.

 

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