Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Lost Sock Memorial Day

[froodle]

A shallow trench had been dug in the soft spring earth and the dark loamy smell of freshly turned soil was strong in the little glade. Marshall Teller set down the wheelbarrow piled high with odd socks of a hundred different hues and stretched to remove the tension in his shoulder blades.

Moving solemnly yet cautiously in a neat black suit only two or three sizes too big for him, Simon Holmes placed a bedraggled bouquet of broken-stemmed lilies atop the heap of mismatched socks, then tipped them into the burial trough.

“We are gathered here this morning,” he said, squinting up at the bright blue sky, “To remember the socks gone too soon to the Bureau of Lost, and the partners they left behind.”

Marshall produced a squeezable bottle of lighter fluid from his jacket pocket and began applying it liberally to the funeral pile.

“Today we commend these mismatched souls to the great tumble dryer in the sky,” Simon continued, “In the hope that they can find their companions in pattern and weave in the sock afterlife.”

Taking a book of matches from between the pages of his notebook-turned-hosiery-hymnal, Simon struck it against the rough bark of the Undying God’s sacred tree, and dropped it atop the multicoloured mass grave.

The two boys stood for a while, watching the flames burn.

“Mars,” said Simon, after a while. “Are you sure this was the best way to get out of your mom giving us laundry duty?”

“Yes,” said Marshall.





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Taking a Break by froodle, in which Simon and Marshall enjoy some much-needed R&R

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Visitor in which Marshall's grandma comes to stay

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Comments

[deifire]

OMG, this is brilliant!!!

[froodle]

:D

[evilinsanemonkey]

that ending tho!!!

this is so perfect!

also you know Al and Lodgepool are watching them like *face desk*

[froodle]

In their defence, pairing socks is one of the most frustrating of household chores. Even the chores I hate in and of themselves are less of a fruitless timesuck because once I've suffered through them, they are eventually done. Sock matching? Never done.

[evilinsanemonkey]

this is why i started just buying all one type of sock and not bothering to match them, lol

[froodle]

I wear tights because they're just comfier than stockings and bare legged won't fly on a damp island, but the fact that they literally cannot be separated from their matched legs is an awesome bonus

[deifire]

Same. With the occasional wacky sock purchase exception

[froodle]

Popsocks or slipper socks or socks otherwise designed to be worn around the house and not needing to be matched