HOWIE THE HANGER

     Howie was in love with Jessica, and why not? Jessica was a beautiful young woman whose lustrous blond hair cascaded down to her hips, hips which kept Howie awake at night. Which was a drag, because there's not a lot to do in a bedroom closet at night. That's where Howie spent most of his time. He was, after all, a hanger. 

     Sometimes, the best times, Jessica would hang him, and the dress that was hung on him, on the hook on the outside of the closet door at night, to remind her of what she had decided to wear the next day. On these wonderful occasions, Howie could watch her sleep and imagine that he was lying next to her. In these fantasies, he was not a hanger, but a real man, and his body extended down beyond his chest, down to and including feet, and all the other parts in between that a real man has. He didn't really know what they were all for, but he thought he would have fun using them.

     Then one night Jessica brought home a man named Don. Howie was hanging on the closet door, and he could see into the living room, where they were sitting on the couch, drinking wine and laughing.

     Then she brought Don into the bedroom and they got undressed. When Howie saw the full male anatomy, he sensed trouble. Sure enough, his worst fears were trumped by all the things Don did to Jessica with that disgusting thing he had between his legs. And she seemed to like it! Did he really know Jessica after all? Who was this person?

     Disillusion is a terrible thing. Especially if you're a hanger, and your illusions are all you have.