Buttons (A Parable)

“What the heck’re you keepin’ all them things for?” Hutch asked, half joking, half serious.

“What do you care?” said Crandelle.

“I’m just curious. You don’t never use ’em for anything.”

“So? Not everything has to be ‘used’ to be enjoyed.”

“What the heck does that mean?”

Crandelle lifted the lid off of the old-fashioned, extra-large cigar box on the table in front of him.

The box was filled almost to the brim with buttons…hundreds of buttons. Buttons of every size, shape & color imaginable.

Crandelle dug in & pulled-out a random button — it was round, scarlet-red, about an inch in diameter. “I just like lookin’ at ’em. I like the feel of ’em.”

“Crazy waste of time,” said Hutch.

“No, no, you dunderhead, it’s not. There’s a trick to living life that makes the whole journey a lot more enjoyable.”

“With buttons??” Hutch was incredulous.

“Well, with a lot of things…but for me it’s buttons. Yeh, sure, buttons are meant to be ‘used’ — they have a purpose. But I just like to look at ’em, feel ’em, trip on all the different shapes & colors. It’s kinda like a meditation. It’s peaceful. It makes my spirit fly.”

“Marlarkey,” said Hutch. “What kind airy-fairy, New Age talk is that?”

“Well, how ’bout this. Think about how you’re always going to Johnny Frankette’s hardware store. ‘Just to look’ you say. But you always come home with some new tool or gadget that you toss into the garage & never use.”

“Yeh, well, tools are useful things to have on hand. And besides, I like to go & gab with Frank & the construction guys. Frank makes some great joe — reminds me of Army coffee.”

“And the purpose of all this coffee & gabbing?”

“Well, duh, bro, it cheers me up. I tell ya, you are one clueless bonehead sometimes. Get back to your dadgum buttons.”

Hutch turned around & clattered out the screen door. “I’m going to the hardware store,” he yelled back over his shoulder. “Just gonna look around.”

Crandelle dipped his hand into the button box.

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About pjh95811

I am a writer and poet living in California. I love cats, dogs, nature, poetry, spirituality and the Pacific Ocean.
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One Response to Buttons (A Parable)

  1. Love the love of buttons–my mom kept a small cedar chest full of ’em *:)

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