HUMOROUS FLASH FICTION
The Missing Sock
The missing sock perplexed me. We bought a pair of pink socks for our baby’s christening and now one was missing after its initial wash.
Was it wedged between the washing machine or eaten by the cat? A careful examination of both ruled them out. The scratched hand didn’t help. I waved the orphaned sock angrily at the cat.
“Hurry up, honey!” My husband called. “We’re going to be late. I have baby’s left sock. Did you find the other?”
~Winner, The Great Eighty Flash Fiction Competition, November 2017