Microfiction Day 109 – ‘A Thing of Comfort’

She was known as the girl with the too big coat.

It didn’t matter what the season was. She wore it over thick sweaters and under heavy scarves in winter, her hands plunged deep into the pockets despite the hole in one of them. She wore it over floaty dresses in summer with flat sandals on her feet, toes painted a cheerful red.

She said the coat smelled of vetiver hugs and stale cigarettes smoked in his teenage years. It told of long road trips and kisses stolen on long walks.

She missed the man who used to wear it.