The Shabbat Glove

so i got to services

prayed
went to leave
and noticed that i only had one glove
i was sad
i love my gloves
my hands get cold when it snows
i went back upstairs
me: my glove was nowhere to be found
oh well, i thought,
i went to dinner
then came home, and decided to start re-tracing my steps
i walked up the steps to azza
then up the steps to harlap
no glove
i thought, i’ll just walk a little bit further
and there, on a post, someone had placed my lonely right hand glove
it was shining in the streetlight
and the glove erupted in warm joy as it found it’s way on to my hand
and that’s the story of how brian found his glove…

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