One snowy morning, a single red glove lay on a bridge. A boy on his way to school picked it up and hung it on the railing, where its owner could see it. Later a woman passed, noticed the glove and put it on a lamp post, a little higher, where it could be seen from farther away. The next day the baker pinned it to a fence with a note: "Is this yours?"
Weeks went by, and the snow melted. One day in spring a girl called Noor walked past the fence and stopped. She recognized the glove immediately: it was her grandfather's. He had lost it in the winter, but he was too shy to tell anyone that he missed it. Noor took it home and put it in his hands. None of the strangers who had moved the glove ever found out how the story ended.