While eating lunch at a friends house, Tommy was interrupted by the owner of the house. Kenneth, an old man who lived alone with his son, hollered loudly. “Don’t break that turkey neck, it looks like Elvis!”
Tommy was astonished. Kenneth took the bone, washed it, and placed it in a display cabinet he built behind the table.
Kenneth’s son Mike explained to Tommy that since his mom died, his father seemed to lose it, and began collecting bones that look like things.
Kenneth cut in. “My collection won’t be complete until I find one resembling Martha, my dead wife.”
This story of weird collections, and a man’s way of dealing with loss, is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers.