A Short Story — The Fedora
It was a Black Fedora
2 min readSep 30, 2021
It was a black fedora. Made of felt, it was a little rougher to the touch than he would have expected. It obviously wasn't new. And after a few seconds of looking it over, he could definitely see that the top of the hat on the right side of the crease had been smoothed down. Its wearer must have been quite the gentleman to have doffed it so often as to actually wear down the material.
The grosgrain band was charcoal and purple. Even though it was ripped in a few places around its circumference, it stayed secured around the brim of the hat. The band around a fedora usually expressed more about the wearer's personality than the hat itself. And this one spoke volumes. This one wasn't a plain charcoal color set against the darker black of the hat itself. This had an irregular argyle pattern. Argyle of charcoal and purple. Definitely one of a kind. Definitely not off the rack.
It also seemed very small. Smaller than it should have been. It would have sat very high up on its owner's head. But it had been a very windy day and its owner must have forced it down lower than normal, almost popping out its trademark crease.
As he got out his chalk to outline the head for the rest of the investigative team, he was fairly certain that its small size had kept it snug on its wearer's head as it rolled across three lanes.
At least, now that the sun had come up, it was going to be easier to match this head with the other three bodies.
