Genesis and Exodus (Socks VII)

Abruptly, Lar and Rar became conscious, a prickly, binding sensation in their toes. In a pile of others of their kind, they talked. The others did not.
Youthful, yet calloused hands picked up Lar and one of the voiceless, but a string conjoined the twins at their toes. The mute was dropped back on the pile. Folded together, a paper band cinched the twins.
The twins experienced cardboard boxes, saltwater smells, road noises, and finally a well lit room. They were handled, compared, to browns, blacks, or whites. But always rejected, until...
Really soft hands touched, caressed, and chose them.

Three Sixty Degrees (Socks VI)

After months of dinners and pig noises with Ms. Stubbly Lar and Rar Gylegrey could hear arguments. Grunter, as Rar called him, threatened to leave. This worried the brothers, they would not see Pretty Shanks anymore. Then an errant toss separated the twins. Lar got back to the drawer, but not Rar.
One day there was yelling outside the drawer. The drawer flew open and the socks and underwear were removed and put in a cardboard box. All except Lar, he was thrown back in. Grunter said "Where's my other grey argyle?"
Lar was in the empty drawer alone, crying.

Settling The Score (Socks v)

There were many other dinners with Ms Stubbly. Most times the Gylegrey brothers rested on the floor while the fornicators made their stupid noises.
Once Lar got to stay on the living room floor, but Rar had to rub against those chubby ankles. Man did her feet stink.
That was all Rar could take, he intended revenge.
The next time Pretty Shanks cleaned them and put them in the drawer Rar flew into action. He grabbed a loose sliver from the drawer and shoved it down his middle.
The splinter stuck in the arch of the butthead's right foot.
Justice.

Interloper (Socks IV)

Rar was surly. He preferred to warm the right foot, the left had a creepy bunion, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was the other ankles under the table.
Had they stayed under the table, he would have been only slightly irritated. The man had forced the Gylegreys to rub around under the covers with those thick, unshaven ankles. He should have had the decency to put them on the floor while he grunted and snorted with Ms Stubbly. Rar muttered, "Why won't he let us rub around with Mrs. Pretty Shanks?" They both liked the noises Pretty made.

A Casting Change (socks III)

Lar and Rar went everywhere together, board meetings, parties, even the gym. They stayed in the locker while the Tube brothers took over. They really liked going to dinner. They both liked the nice smooth ankles on the other side of the table, but Rar was infatuated. He called her Mrs. Pretty Shanks. Rar got most excited when he got tossed in the hamper. He knew that soon she would wash, dry, fold, and put him in the drawer. One day at dinner Rar was quiet and moody. The other ankles under the table weren't as smooth, not as pretty.

Rar gets lost (socks II)

Lar Gylegrey missed his twin bother. They worked together, keeping the feet warm, stopping the shoes from causing a blister, or soaking up sweat. A month ago they went flying across the room. Lar went into the basket, Rar fell behind the dresser. That lazy son-of-a-bitch saw it and didn’t rescue Rar. Now he say’s that the nice lady lost him. He’s just trying to pick a fight.
When she pulled Lar from the hamper he tried to tell her that Rar was missing, but he got folded up in a pair of pants and she couldn’t hear him.

Life With the Dust Bunnies

2-25-07
I heard you yelling at her, you said "where's my other grey argyle?" Then you called her names and made her cry. You thought that she lost me in the laundry, didn't you? I'm here behind the dresser, dumb ass. You missed the basket. That was a month ago, remember?
Now, I don't mind keeping your feet warm, that's my job, but you leave her alone. I like her. You're probably just jealous because your wife puts her...warm... soft...smooth...hands on me as she takes me from the washer to the dryer.