Two months ago I lost a sock.
Disconcerting
Searching
Laundry basket
Draws
Cupboards
Hedges
The walk between the washing line and house
Anywhere wind could possibly have taken my sock
I searched and kept on searching.
The missing sock was very perplexing.
I spent my days contemplating options of where the sock could be.
It wasn’t in any of the places I thought it might be.
It must be in a place I thought it wasn’t.
Still no joy
Today I decided to put away the sheets that have been sat, folded on a chair for the last two months…
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Matt Booth
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Comments (2)
This is fantastic! And found the sock! Great execution with this, even with one cold foot. ❤️
I forgot to comment on this but you completely summed up my Mum’s day last weekend. I showed this story to her and now she’s showing it to all her friends because she loves it so much. Awesome entry!