She wears a fleece jester hat when it gets cold and she hugs me tightest when I need it the most.
She was supposed to write a poem to a stranger, but she wrote it to me, a new friend, instead, wondering aloud how to pronounce my last name and apologizing for bailing on my favorite band’s concert.
To some extent new friends are strangers, and to some extent you already know everything you need to when they wear fleece jester hats and hug you tight.
This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry.
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