I’ll break a little rule of mine, just for this question, and post one of my 100-word stories. For discipline and practice, I like to write stories that are exactly 100 words in length, not 99 and not 101. This one happens to be about socks.
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Freedom
When Jason gets to work and discovers that his socks don’t match, he tucks his feet back beneath his chair all day, and he avoids walking past anyone at close range. Still, he thinks people are snickering.
When Matthew’s socks don’t match, he jokes loudly about them to everyone from elevator companions to cafeteria staff. Sometimes he blames his wife, even though he’s single.
The tyranny of convention is a terrible thing.
When Zack’s socks do match, it’s sheer luck. He pulls pairs at random from a drawer of loose dark ones. He thinks this is freedom, but it isn’t.