The Stowaway

I climbed from the hallway threshold up to the flat surface of the walnut side table to settle in for the night. A slight tug pulled at the hem of my cloak. Looking back, I found a dry cocklebur clinging stubbornly to the dark weave, carried in from the afternoon brush by the curb. I planted my boots firmly on the wood grain, reached back with both hands, and peeled the hooked spines loose one by one. The barbs let go without tearing a single thread. I set the prickly seed down beside a circular ceramic coaster, letting my hem fall straight and clear.#Cloak #Cloakanddagger #Cloakordagger @u2christ @u2christ50