UBC27: Alone

All alone I lie here. My love has been wrenched from me. Where she is now, I know not.

We were made for each other!! Without her; my existence feels pointless. What use am I alone? She gave my life its meaning and purpose.

Perhaps that is why you have left me here to die….



While packing myΒ clothes, to carry to Bahrain from India, I seem to have left one, of a pair, of my socks behind. Poor chap, he probably knows that I don’t wear mismatched socks and that his end is near. This little piece is what I think he would say to me, if only he could talk.



14 comments on “UBC27: Alone

  1. Socks are an abused minority. They are always stepped on, crammed into tight places. If you get a whole community of like critters, then you can stall the end for that last poor thing. Hope he gets a decent burial.


  2. shanx says:

    Creative and cute! Good one Preeti πŸ™‚


  3. Very creative and clever. Loved it! πŸ™‚


  4. haha! I’m in the habit of leaving things like that. I mean, how can one live without the other…shoes, socks:)


  5. Carol Graham says:

    If socks could talk, they would have a lot more to say, right? Cute story!


  6. Aathira says:

    If socks could talk, this is exactly what most of them would say! πŸ™‚


  7. What was your reason for making the sock a male? πŸ™‚


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