Though you may disappear, you’re not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
Peter Gabriel, ‘Wallflower’
A colleague came to work with a blanket.
They wore it all the time, like a uniform. Meetings, during lunch, even on the way home.
Sometimes you would see them curled up in the corner with the blanket, completely wrapped up in it, sucking on their thumb.
Sometimes the colleague said things from behind the blanket that were hostile about other people. ‘That’s so out of character,’ we would mutter, never really stopping to wonder how such a thing could have happened.
On other days the blanket became a plaything: a rolled up ball, a parachute, or a cave where bears had made their home.
Sometimes the colleague came to work wearing nothing but the blanket, even in the depths of winter (some said especially then)…
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