The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.
Prompt 4: Socks
Val walked into their bedroom. She was still laying in the middle of the bed, just a sorry lump beneath the sheets. He gently pulled back the covers, revealing a mass of wild black hair. Combing through the sea of half curled strands, a small face turned up toward him. Her nose was still bright red, and her eyes barely open. He wanted to plant a kiss on her forehead, but didn’t want to get sick himself. He placed his hand on her forehead instead; still feverish.
He held up the pair of fuzzy socks. She smiled and tried to get her feet out from beneath the duvet. Val pulled them on to her cold feet and covered her head with the covers again, leaving her to rest.
Soon, Nora was the one that delved into the covers to find his feet to pull the pair of bright neon socks over his feet while he recovered from his cold.
I feel like I’ve shot myself in the foot. I had no idea what to do with socks. *cringes*