Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more. Today’s Twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.
Laundromats are magical places.
Every single person has a story about losing a sock, or a favorite shirt. This disappearing act has been going on ever since humanity began washing their linens in groups, instead of one item at a time.
Socks seem to walk off on their own. I have a going concern of nearly 15 singles, longing desperately to find their mate. Maybe there’s an eHarmony in the sock dimension.
I’ve always loved the topic of memory in fiction. the way smells and electricity combine to form lasting impressions and experiences. I get goosebumps just by hearing things like “REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE!” or “Remember, remember, the fifth of November…” And it’s got me thinking about what if someone could steal memories? They say that everyone has a story inside of them, one of the reason I’ve engaged in this writing 101 exercise is to try and build a good habit and get that story out.
Ever thought about that phrase, “walk a mile in someone’s shoes” what if our feet really do transmit our experience? What if someone is actually stealing all those missing socks and gathering all the data, thoughts, experiences and emotions of everything that happened to you while you wearing that particular set of socks.
Knock’s your socks off…