Anger fed on him, burning through his whole being, controlling almost everything he did.
It was anger that destroyed his chance at recovering his lost job. He couldn’t face all the stupidity of the office grind and still remain calm. There had been a time when keeping up with the games of office politics had seemed fun. Those days were long gone, lost to the sea of anger that led him to neglect all his carefully cultivated relationships and pools of favors.
There were times when he had been tempted to leave, but had always stayed out of some sort of misplaced loyalty. Loyalty that has been repaid (or so his anger tells him) by abandoning him in his time of need. The way they swept him out of their lives felt entirely like betrayal. And fed his anger more.
His anger led to his failure. Failure as a businessman. Failure as a husband. Failure as a father. Failure as a provider. Each one of those failures became as a lodestone, dragging him down in the river of anger. He was drowning in it.
The headwaters of that river were a lake of placid indifference. Something must of broken the dike, released the water, and washed him away. Nevermore to be calm in the face of the world. Nevermore to hold his dog. Nevermore to hold his daughter.
For the anger fed on him, burning through his whole being, controlling almost everything he did.
The sock bush was unexpected. It’s fruit each could be dried to produce a pair of socks. It was just one of many strange and wonderful plants in the forest of automated clothing. Each fruit produced a matched pair, with a unique design.
As many a weary traveller before me had done, I located a ripe fruit and broke it open on a rock. Had I been more patient, the husk of the sock fruit could be dried and turned into a rough but serviceable pair of sandals as well. I’m never that patient, but the socks are welcome.
Today was just a little different.
Every fruit I opened held only one sock. A left sock. There wasn’t a right sock to be found. Stranger yet, there were no fruit bearing pairs.
Something was eating all the right socks.
I wonder if there is a dryer monster loose in the forest again?