The Unclean
Short Story by: Jett Watson
"No!" I cry as I fall into the darkness below. "NO! I'm clean!"
I land gently on the cushioned bottom of this despicable pit. Something wet and sticky touches me and I shudder.
"I'm clean," I whimper as my last ray of hope is sealed off with the top of this stinking prison. The darkness is putrid, so thick it is almost tangible. It penetrates every corner of this cesspit.
How I loathe this place.
"Well, well." The voice cracks its way through the darkness. "What do we have here?"
A sense of foreboding darker than my surroundings fills my being.
So it begins.
"Long time no see, eh?" The taunt is followed by a chorus of high pitched giggles and wheezes from the piles around me.
A rough fabric nudges me, and I can feel the filth left behind. "Where ya been, Leftie? We missed you!"
"Rumor has it you bailed on us."
"I heard Rightie's been bawlin' herself t'sleep at night."
This isn't looking good.
"Hey guys," I say cajolingly, anxious to defuse the situation. "I'm one of you. None of you can say you haven't thought of slipping off every now and then...."
"That's right, Leftie. You are one of us." I jump at the sound of the harsh voice grating from underneath me.
"Yeah, only we don't leave our partners to rot in a drawer while we lie low for a while." Somehow, the darkness seems to deepen with my fear. I flinch, attempting to ready myself for the inevitable.
"It ain't right, what you done. It ain't right."
"If I din't like Rightie so much, I'd shred you right now."
The barrage of angry, spitting voices rise, battering me from all sides. I curl up as small as I can, as if that could protect me from the fury around me. Then, suddenly, a single voice cuts through the rest, sending a chill to my very core.
"Sink him."
"NO!" A last, desperate plea tears itself from my throat. "No, please...."
It only incited them.
"Sink him!"
"Yeah, sink him to the bottom!"
"He should count himself lucky if he ever sees daylight again, after what he done!"
The clothing around me writhes, as the maniacal cries increase in brutality. I gasp for one last breath of clean air before I am sucked into the sweaty, stinking depths of the hamper.
I'm sorry, Rightie. What's a sock to do? I think. I close my eyes and surrender myself to the filth.
What's a sock to do?
© Copyright 2016 Jett Watson. All rights reserved.
The Unclean
Comments
Obviously needs a foot deodoriser ... not Eau de Cologne, of course but perhaps a soupcon of Eau Dem Golden Slippers. Good fun again...
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Glad you enjoyed it. A particular female I know asked me if this was intended as a jibe towards her excellent laundry washing skills. I told her that of course it was -- I couldn't possibly be poking fun at my sweet-as-roses socks.
What a story! Terrific atmosphere from the start, and the revelation in the end really had me laughing. Good work.
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Thank you very much! Actually, the entire thing stemmed from a writing prompt I found: "Write from the perspective of a clean sock that has been mistakenly placed in a laundry hamper." And me, being my (un)usual self, thought it would be humorous to hide that fact. And there you have it.
So funny! Socks have it so hard don't they? They get eaten by the dog, stuck under beds, and if they actually make it to the laundry, they mysteriously disappear in the dryer! LOL Great story! Can't wait to read more of your work! :)
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Very true! Few people bother trying to delve into the mind of the average sock. I've heard of racism and sexism -- could this be fabricism? Or is it simply fabricated?
This is simply brilliant. Unorthodox, but brilliant. I like what Janelle said about the indignities regularly heaped upon the innocent sock. I've never seen anyone articulate these evil acts with such insight and wit. I LOVE the way your mind works! :):):)
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I'm rather fond of my mind, myself. And unorthodox is such a nice word. As is diabolical. And, perhaps, peculiar. All or none of which may be applicable. Thanks for the comment!
Loved this! Especially the end! Would've never guessed it was a sock! LoL. Talk about a story with a twist!
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Thank you! Twisty stories are, generally speaking, are my specialty. I can't seem to keep my creativity on the beaten path. :)
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