The occupants of Sock Drawer saw this coming. All the indicators were present, and doom was inevitable.
Clustered together in the dark recesses of the Sock Drawer, whispers and muted conversations rose from the worried pairs. Gold Toes and Ankle Crews rolled into little balls and hid in the dark corners.
Whenever a pair of socks reached “Favored Socks” status, it was only a matter of time before the end would come. This would be the fate of the Neon Green Sport Socks.
Hard wearing and dryer heat were a sock’s mortal enemies.
It was barely noticeable at first, but tiny holes began to appear. Thin patches on the reinforced heels and rips along the double-stitched toes were the tell-tale signs. The Neon Greens acknowledged this.
When they returned from the dryer time, the Neon Greens called the Sock Drawer inhabitants together. All gathered around the Greens to say their good-byes.
Lint was shed in copious amounts and static electricity charged each one as the Greens touched their worn toes to others. Spandex to wool, cotton to mixed blends, without words farewells were expressed.
The next time the Neon Greens left the drawer would be their last.
Such is the fate of all well-loved, well-worn socks.