My Grandson has a secret pocket, some where in his new coat.
It’s purple with press stud buttons, and a hood, and has a place to warm up his hands, he joins his friends in the playground and waits because this is where he stands.

He waits in line with other children, for the teachers to call out his class number. One by one they go, as they head to their class - room, to learn about the world around them.

They can be quiet when they walk, but sometimes they talk, but today there isn’t a problem.

He hangs up his coat on his own peg, then sits in a circle on the floor ; as the teacher reads out the register, and calls out his name. He sits and stares at is new coat. and gazes with a glint in his blue starry eyes.
As he imagines what...