Written for Challenge 381: Pair at tw100. This is part one of six.
Yes, I have taken leave of my senses. Itâs the return of the sock! This is the first part of a six-part drabble series. Itâs complete so Iâm hoping to post one part a day for the rest of the week.
Summary: Iantoâs busy putting his laundry away, but thereâs a problem.
Jack calls it being finicky, but to Ianto it’s just common sense. When the laundry is dry, he carefully pairs up his socks so that in the morning when he grabs clean underwear from his drawer, he can be sure of getting two socks that actually match.
That’s what he’s doing now, but he’s hit a snag; there are only thirteen socks. Six pairs are neatly matched up ready for the sock drawer, but what use is half a pair? The odd sock seems to glare at him accusingly for daring to lose its mate.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find it.”
TBC in ‘Wandering Sock’
That’s what he’s doing now, but he’s hit a snag; there are only thirteen socks. Six pairs are neatly matched up ready for the sock drawer, but what use is half a pair? The odd sock seems to glare at him accusingly for daring to lose its mate.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find it.”
TBC in ‘Wandering Sock’