A Macdrabble tale

THE JACKET

 

The leather jacket addresses the old man’s vanity.

 

He had one when he was in his prime. It allowed him to strut without strutting. It made his manly features more manly.

 

Middle age spread shattered the image and the jacket. Debaunched beer stains consigned it to the scrap heap.

 

Looking for a replacement proved to be difficult. It had to be a tan one. One with no collar. A blouson.  A smart jacket, not a biker’s coat.

 

Come the big 80 birthday the request was made. Blouson bought. He stepped out but the strut had gone. Replaced by a stoop.