The Prodigal Sock Story Competition: Story 1
April 1, 2011
THE PRODIGAL SOCK
I am a sock and I do not smell.
I was born in the north of England
Classic school boy black.
Then shipped shelved and SOLD to a woman in red from Wardrobe.
She took us to her department.
Unpacked us, but did not wear us.
Instead she folded and unfolded.
On her desk
And in a book
Then one day she came in and said ‘Today’
She looked at us and said ‘I only need one’
And picked HIM up.
I was left there alone, waiting.
I didn’t make a scene, but HE did.
Again and again…
HE was placed in a diary.
The diary was handed from a boy to man
And then from a master to his servant.
The diary was opened and HE was noticed.
One that day he was not just a sock
HE was CLOTHES.
Later the woman wanted a souvenir-
to sit in glass on a wall.
She looked at us and said ‘Now which one did I use?’
and picked ME