Nate pulls us all from the pool. I lose sight of my cotton twin in the confusion, and then I am thrown into the darkness of another maw. I tumble, letting this new monster chew me as cud that is never swallowed.
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Nate pulls us all from the pool. I lose sight of my cotton twin in the confusion, and then I am thrown into the darkness of another maw. I tumble, letting this new monster chew me as cud that is never swallowed.
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I love how you interpret the surroundings through the sock’s, er, eyes. It felt very otherworldly.
I’ve never read a story from a sock’s perspective before. Nice.
Think of it as my space otter, Michael 😉
Wow. Awesome perspective! I especially loved “darkness of another maw.” Washing and drying never sounded so harrowing before. hehe
From the sock’s perspective. You zapped my brain as I realized pool was the washer. LOL
“into the darkness of another maw.” – the lonely plight of the sock not yet misplaced.
Yes! The journey of a sock!
Like this way to describe the wash/dry cycle – very amusing.
The untold story of the hapless sock, untold until NOW that is! LOL
Nice take Nate!
I like your use of perspective.