Short Story: The man who ate his hat

Short Story: The man who ate his hat

The title should say it all, this little story is about a man who ate, yes ATE his hat.

The story begins with the man sitting at home with his wife in the living room. They were watching an Eastenders omnibus, and of course, the man was wearing a hat. 

The man, for some unknown reason always wore a hat. He wore it in bed, whilst he was out, whilst at work, whilst watching TV, basically, 99% of the time, he had this stupid hat on. 

His wife, hated the hat, in fact, she despised it.  The hat was worn and torn, over 35 years old, it was once blue, now it is brown, she was disgusted because of it's horrid worn look, and would do anything to get rid of the damn thing.

His wife kept on nagging him to take his hat off, to hang up his hat for good, but he wouldn't listen, he loved his hat, more than anything.

So one day, he was out jogging, and he was attacked by a masked figure. He was knocked unconscious by the attack, and woke up a few hours later in a room. No one else was about, except him, and his hat. 

A few hours had now passed, and he still had not seen anybody, then the masked figure walked in, the figure took of their mask, and their face was revealed, it was his wife. The man was so happy that the attacker was his wife and not some big, hard, terrifying gangster, that he hugged her and embraced her, moments later, the man ate his hat.

"Let's go home." He said softly, and they joined hands, headed home, but on this occasion, the man was not wearing his hat.

The end