“I swear, I have looked everywhere for them,” Josh said.
“Do you remember where you saw them last?” Hal asked.
“Come on, Hal,” Josh said. “What kind of stupid question is that? If I could remember where I last saw them, they wouldn’t be lost, would they?”
“Well excuse me, Sherlock,” Hal said sarcastically. “They didn’t just disappear, you know.”
“I have to trace back my steps,” Josh said. “That’s my only hope for finding those gloves.”
“Why don’t you just buy a new pair?” Hal asked. “There’s a Target a few blocks from here.”
“You know that those gloves were my father’s,” Josh said. “They’re one of just a few items I have left of his. They’re irreplaceable. I can’t believe I left them somewhere.”
“So what did you do first today?” Hal asked.
“I walked the dog.”
“And you wore the gloves?”
“I usually do. It’s still pretty chilly in the mornings,” Josh said.
“Do you recall taking them off when you got back from the walk?” Hal said.
“Omigod!” Josh shouted. “I sat on the park bench to check the newsfeed on my iPhone for a minute or two and took the gloves off to scroll though the news stories.”
“It’s only been a few hours,” Hal said. “Maybe they’re still on the bench where you left them.”
“Grab your jacket,” Josh ordered.
Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit Matt Seymour via Unsplash.
Also written for today’s one-word prompt, “disappear.”