Duffel Coats

He had a duffel coat once, so did she. They must have looked well-matched walking in Regents Park that Autumn. In time the coat shop on Oxford Street died of old age. Duffel went out of style. They wore them still. One day her duffel was neatly folded, into a labeled, cardboard box. His coat developed Alzheimer’s in a tumble-down closet. When they unhooked from each other, he packed only empty pockets, and a small bundled of toggles and loops.