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Subject: {ASSM} Socks (MF rom hist)
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Date: Tue,  4 May 2004 21:10:04 -0400
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Note: This was originally an entry in Desdemona's Fishnet Flash contest

Many thanks to the fine folks in Desdemona's Fishtank who helped 
critique this story!

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Socks
By Passing4human

"I wear da pants in dis house!" She'd worn them, a grin, and
nothing else last night as she'd stood, hands on hips, parodying
her husband's manhood and Yankeehood.

"Oh spare me, sir!" he'd Scarletted back, cowering on the bed,
wearing only the socks and his own grin. She hadn't spared him,
of course; she never did. As they'd basked in the afterglow
they'd both marveled that the fires still burned so hot a year
and a half into their marriage.

It was the socks that had brought them together. He'd just
arrived in Texas City seeking work and had been heading for
menswear at Woolworth's when they'd rolled to a halt at his feet.
Reflexes he'd acquired fighting Japs told him to hit the dirt
while common sense told him that grenades weren't bright pink
with little blue flowers.

"Here, you dropped dis-" 

"Lord, I'm clumsy today-" 

They'd stood there, both holding the socks as they gazed into
each other's eyes. Six months later on their wedding night, his
jaw had dropped and other parts of him had risen when she stepped
into their room wearing only the socks and her skin.

Last night, he'd glanced at his watch and sworn; he worked third
shift at the refinery. As he threw on clothes, she distracted him
so deftly he didn't notice he'd put his boots over the socks.
She'd smiled as he left.

This morning he'd phoned. He was working late and had she heard
about the ship on fire? She'd been outside watching the smoke
when the explosion knocked her down. She'd stood in line all day
at the high school, aching with dread. And now in the gym she
screamed at the two pink socks dark with blood and soot, sticking
out from under the sheet.

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