The Silk Glove: It was a regular winter evening in my peaceful city. The trees stood tall despite the chilliness they felt on their delicate branches. It is dark early today, remarked my roommate and best friend. The air was cold, I could feel the breeze on my cheeks and smell the pleasant sweet potato stalls on the street.
The city was full of crowds with a lively chattering sound. It was the ideal day to have a hot bean soup in our cozy living room while listening to my favorite music. I was waiting for my turn at the billing counter while my friend was greeting an old acquaintance beside the queue. I could hear her shrill voice and her forced laughter. It was amusing to witness her feigning interest in someone she would rather not talk to.
The Silk Glove
It was a long line, a week before Christmas is the ideal shopping time for most people. I was busy thinking about trivial things, lost in my reveries while waiting in the queue when suddenly an old woman behind me gave me a subtle nudge on my shoulder. Then, I gasped, taken aback as she pointed out that it was my turn next. I couldn’t hear my roommate anymore, she had probably drifted away somewhere behind the racks and I could not leave without her.
So, I offered the old woman to come ahead of me in line. Luckily, my roommate came back while the lady was getting her items billed. She turned around to thank me and shook my hand rather firmly and it made my spine shiver, her aura was too cool and unusual. She was wearing a very smooth velvety silk glove that had yellow polka dots on it.
I was perplexed beyond words
As we got out of the supermarket, we heard the clinking of Santa’s bell. My roommate pointed out that it was a roadshow on the corner of the street for kids. One man dressed as Santa was singing “Jingle Bells”. We joined the crowd surrounding him and sang along because she insisted too much but I just wanted to get back home as quickly as possible. Somebody jostled past me and apologized in the same hissy voice that I had heard at the supermarket and disappeared. It had become too harrowing for me to remain in the crowd and I wanted to escape from there.
Thankfully, the show came to a halt and the man in Santa costume was treated with applause and coins from the crowd. As he came towards us I gave him the only coin that was there in the pocket of my jacket and he shook my hand. The same firm grip that I had experienced at the store and the same silky glove with yellow polka dots.
I did not believe in the supernatural at all, until that day at the supermarket. Then, I walked back home quietly beside my roommate, without responding to her chit-chat. I did not mention anything about the yellow polka dots to her when we reached home. I didn’t want to freak her out, because I am blind since a car crash that was almost ten years ago.