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October 2006 - Page 15
The Wolf's-Head Cane
by Evan
When I was in high school, I worked at a department store called Meijer. (It's like a Wal-Mart; they're common in the midwest.) In the final semester of my senior year, I injured my knee during a rugby game. Consequently, I walked on crutches for some time and then for much longer, with a cane. I was behind the service counter at work one evening when I discovered a beautiful cane in the lost and found. It was silver tipped with a silver wolf's-head shaped handle, but with tiny painted red eyes. I asked one of my co-workers about the cane, and when she explained that it had been there for at least a year I took it home and used it for some time.
Everyone I knew said that it looked creepy, but I really liked it. After I recovered from my knee injury I put the cane away somewhere and forgot about it.
Some time later, I was attending college and living in an apartment three hours away from that store. One day I was sitting at home, playing on my computer when there was a knock on the door. I answered it and a kindly looking old man was there. He was really thin and incredibly old, but very distinguished-looking, with spectacles and a large white moustache. He wore a brown hounds-tooth suit, and a red tie. I asked if I could help him, assuming that he was merely at the wrong apartment. He replied with a vaguely European accent, "I'm sorry, young man, but I believe you have my cane."
He was very pleasant, but I didn't have any idea what he was talking about, and I told him so. He continued, "It's black, with a silver wolf's head on the handle. They told me at the store where to find you." Now I realized what he was talking about and I found the cane for him (at the back of a closet) and gave it to him. He thanked me very much, I apologized for the trouble and he left.
It was only later that night that I began to think about how absurd the situation was. I had moved several times since I had worked at that store, didn't stay in contact with anyone there, and didn't tell anyone but my co-worker at the time that I had even taken the cane. No one there knew that I had it or where to find me. So it begs the questions, who was the man, who told him where to find me, and what was the significance of the cane?
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