Saturday, February 28, 2009

Ode to a Sock




"The Return of the Other Sock"
It was a day like any other summer day. Warm, dry, lots of sun.

An hour before sunset, he suddenly appeared, from out of nowhere. The white silky sock fell out of a folded pair of shorts.

He had been missing for four months. Only worn once than vanished. She asked but he wasn't talking. They were a pair once again."

For all the unmatched socks that hung around my sock drawer until they got used as cleaning rags then tossed.

1 comment:

Kim Saxe said...

Ha! This is so great - and clever! My attitude...the other one always turns up...in our case...usually wrapped up in the middle of a sheet!

Good for you - having fun!
~ Kim