Socks

This is something a friend and I started while working together several years ago. We were thinking how come there are so many single socks? Where do they go, the missing ones?

A few dust motes danced in the evening sunlight slanting through the bay window of the second bedroom. The room was simply furnished; just a wide comfortable bed, a small wooden chair covered with a multicoloured woollen blanket and a plain simple chest of draws in varnished wood on which stood a small mirror.
There were two draws at the top of the chest with a couple of larger full-width draws underneath. The bottom draw contained a collection of old jeans, some ancient sweaters and a coiled leather belt. The next draw up was mostly full of shirts. The top two draws were where the socks lived.

It was the intention of the Wearers to keep boy and girl socks apart.
The left hand draw was full of girl socks and a jolly lot they were. One pair was black with white, pink and light grey stripes. Another, rose pink with pale blue, pale pink and green stripes. There was a black and white striped pair with a scattering of red and grey hearts. Yet another was plain grey with pink heels and toes.

In the boys draw the colours were more muted. A pair in plain black with grey heels and toes with a grey and white striped top was the most handsome. The rest were rather dull. They were mostly pale brown or light sandy colour without adornment. Although one pair, in pale almond with a faded diamond pattern up the sides, had a feeling of past elegance.

This arrangement was not always adhered to. In a corner of the shirt-draw the sad collection of single socks languished. These were socks that had lost their partner, due to no fault of their own and were deemed useless by the Wearers.
In the furthest dark recess of this corner lived the oldest sock. He was a deep dark blue, much darned, covered with loose bobbles of wool and somewhat thin at the heel.

Rather odd and out of place among the singletons, were a pair of girl socks. These were impeccably neat and still in their packet. Their label was exotic. ’Sailor Socks’ made with bamboo, the best for your feet! (women, shoe size 3 to 8)
The pair were pink with green toes heels and tops. They had large white anchors set in no-nonsense rows from top to toe.
Their name was Pollyanna, which means optimistic, but the other socks didn‘t know that yet as the pair were shy and had not said a word. (To be continued.)

Coming soon! On the 25th of this month I can re-publish my  fantasy ‘Talisman of Ictis’. Yippee!

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About mikeinkwazi

I am in my seventies and live in the west coast of Scotland, with the sea at the bottom of my garden. I have been variously, a sculptor an art teacher, designer, inventor, organic grower and last but never least, a blue water sailor. By the way, I have been telling stories and writing nonsense all my life!

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