This is a 50-word flash that I wrote a couple of years ago. I thought I'd post it up as I wore odd socks today. No better reason!
Odd socks were one of his adolescent quirks. Everyone said we were matching socks, yet to be paired. It didn’t happen.
As adults, we meet. Conversation is stilted. His expensive shoes show only black above.
We’re as mismatched as his former footwear, I realise. I bid my teenage dreams farewell.