Welcome
to The Spot Writers. This
month’s prompt is “someone always wears the same hat because of some secret
and/or mysterious reason”.
Today’s post is written by Phil Yeats. In December, 2019, Phil (using his
Alan Kemister pen name) published his most recent novel. Tilting at
Windmills, the second in the Barrettsport Mysteries
series of soft-boiled police detective stories set in an imaginary Nova Scotia
coastal community is available on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Tilting-Windmills-Barrettsport-Mysteries-Book-ebook/dp/B07L5WR948/
Head Games
by Phil Yeats
Yesterday was momentous. Not globally momentous, but a day
that was destined to alter my life for the coming decade, maybe longer. It
began like most days over the past two years, eleven months, and twenty-seven
days. Back then – we’ll approximate it as three years ago – I lost my secure
job as a tenured university professor. Firing a tenured professor is almost
impossible, but I found myself unemployed. The School of Neural Psychology, a
university department, closed its doors. All staff, including tenured
professors, were terminated.
Fast-forward to
yesterday. After breakfast, I plunked my dilapidated Tilley hat on my head and
stepped onto my front porch. While completing my errand – its purpose isn’t
important – I encountered two neighbours. I was pleased but careful not to show
any emotion when both kept glancing at my bedraggled hat. For those three
years, I’d worn it in sun, rain, or snow in spring, summer, fall, or winter
every time I left my house. No one mentioned it, but everyone noticed my tattered
headgear, and I never explained why I always wore it.
Back home, my old boss,
the school president from when it was disbanded, followed me to my front door.
She broached the reason for her visit after I made coffee. “I’ve finally
fulfilled the promise I made to everyone when our research institute closed.
New school, new university, new name – I never liked the one chosen to please
our original sponsor – but a similar mandate. Are you interested in rejoining
your old colleagues?”
I hesitated. “I’m okay.
Inexpensive lifestyle, and adequate resources from severance, savings, and rent
from two apartments on this property. My needs are covered, and I have no
dependents or expensive obligations.”
“Fine, but that fails
to address my question. And before you confuse matters with additional
dissembling, I’ll mention two things. First, I’ve read the two papers you’ve
published since your forced resignation. Both are insightful contributions to
your field—”
“Loose ends, papers
that described work completed while I was working.”
“Garbage. Those weren’t
tidy-up-after-I-retire papers. They’re forward-looking, raising issues that
demand further investigation.”
“Whatever. And your
second point…”
“That stupid hat! A
meaningless game you’re playing, teasing your neighbours with the mystery of
why you always wear that decrepit rag on your head. You’re bored. You should
return to your chosen career and leave your neighbours in peace.”
The Spot Writers—Our
Members:
Val
Muller: http://www.valmuller.com/blog/
Catherine
A. MacKenzie: https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/
Phil
Yeats: https://alankemisterauthor.wordpress.com
Chiara
De Giorgi: https://chiaradegiorgi.blogspot.com/
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