Rigby"

by Gabby Pamor

On a hot summer day, you’d find Reginald Rigby working his trade. A tall gent with a purple beret. Rectangle spectacles on a pink face. Everybody knows him. Every cat and every loony.

Reginald Rigby, the talk of the town, shelving books at the local library.

After spending the day with Shakespeare, Mister Rigby slips away. Away into the night, To a crooked house on a crystal lake. Rectangle spectacles come off of flustered cheeks, replaced by pajamas and silk sheets.

Reginald Rigby is known for his cats, Miss Susie and little Joe. He cares for strays as if they were his own.

On a cool summer evening, you’d find Reginald Rigby silently sleeping. Dreaming of Chaucer, of Christie and Dickinson. Of dusty shelves and buying food for the kittens. In the morning he’ll rise, ready to seize the day, walking to town with an elegant sway.

Lucero Carcamo