Monday, 15 June 2015

Revelations Within Dirty Laundry

I found him staring at one of his black work socks. I waited a few moments for him to say something before I finally broke the silence.

“Uh, Honey? Everything all right?”

He slowly turned to me, a weird expression on his face. He lifted the sock up, his finger poking through a small hole in the toe. Eventually he spoke.

“I could throw this out.”

My confused expression finally got through to him.

“For the first time in my life, I’m financially well off enough to afford to throw stuff away!

Still, could you go get the sewing kit?”

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