I often applaud people who post photos of the litter they’ve gathered while walking. I’ve never taken pics of my hauls, until last week when I came across a head. What mystery writer could pass up a decapitated cranium?
Today, I asked my walking friend to take some shots of another favorite find. It was hanging on a road sign along a country road near Parachute, Colorado, and I didn’t want to make off with it before the owner had a chance to reclaim it, so I watched it for a couple days. My plan was to wash it and donate it, but when I finally salvaged it, I noticed a hole…a small round hole…with heat-sealed edges.
OMG, a bullet hole!
But no blood, so I’m thinking the jacket took the hit while hanging on the sign. Still, it seemed wrong to donate a holey jacket, so I wear it myself. Flattering it’s not, but for conversation and inspiration, it’s priceless.