When I sat on Santa's lap I should have told him I wanted socks for Christmas. In the week since Christmas all my blue and black socks have been performing synchronized disintegration.
How do they coordinate the appearance of their heel holes? Is it the same secret signalling system that lightbulbs use to arrange their mass burn-outs? Is there music inaudible to human ears so they can count the beats, hold that ballet leg, take one last big breath, and go into that grand finale back dolphin?
© 2007 Nancy L. Ruder