I lost a gray-and-white-striped glove somewhere near Broadway and Astor Place. It was in my pocket one second and gone the next. Below is a picture of its mate:
The glove was given to me by my mother. She knows how much I like stripes. It can be worn interchangeably, either on the right hand or the left.
I last saw the glove around 4 p.m. It may have fallen to the sidewalk and then got taken up in the wind. It may have flown into the oncoming traffic on Broadway, landed on a yellow cab, and found itself driven to Midtown. By now, it may have made its way all the way up to the Bronx.
With the glove I lost an idea. It was regarding the story I’m working on. I had the idea one moment, then looked for it and realized it was gone the next. It may have gotten taken up by the wind and flown, too, into oncoming traffic. You may find it in Midtown. You may find it all the way up in the Bronx.
If you happen upon my idea or my gray-and-white-striped glove, let me know. My hand is cold, and my story is lacking.