Frazz by Jef Mallett for November 28, 2015

I’m hoping it’s a pleasant aroma. Or perhaps it’s a coat of many odors. Always important to remember that “cleanliness” is not next to godliness in the dictionary. It’s next to “clean-limbed” in mine.

A coat of many odors…..I love it….I like it so much I’m going to steal it….Kind&Kinder….i bet it smells a lot like whiskey, or at least beer….or maybe garlic…..Hopefully not like meth chemicals….

The boy might remember it fondly for a long time. Odors are interesting that way. Perhaps his uncle left it there because he knew his nephew needed a coat, especially one to grow into.

Check the pockets for car keys . . .

…And the uncle doesn’t realise or care that his coat is missing? “Oh, sure, I had a coat when I came here, but oh well, that’s just how it goes!”

Or the kid just picks up, takes, and uses any old coat lying around without caring as to whether or not it’s his?

Sure, I’ll go with it. I suppose it does sound like a family that’s dumb enough to deserve each other.

Their faces are so bland. Can’t tell them apart.

Oh, does that bring back memories of family get-togethers and all the coats tossed into the nearest bedroom!