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Daily Prompt A-Z: Argyle Socks

Create a short story, piece of memoir, or epic poem that is 26 sentences long, in which the first sentence begins with “A” and each sentence thereafter begins with the next letter of the alphabet.

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Argyle socks. Beatty always wore argyle socks. Couldn’t understand what in the world he saw in them. Didn’t really care. Everything was perfect in those days. Father took care of us the best he could. Gave us food, shelter, and clothes. He, of course, was the one who gave Beatty his argyle socks. I wasn’t jealous though. Jealousy would mean that I was lacking something, and I wasn’t. Khaki pants and polo shirts lined my drawer. Love letters from my girlfriend were discretely tucked into the back corner. Maybe Beatty knew they were there, but he didn’t seem to care. Never said anything about them anyways. Our relationship was more of the ‘mind your own’ kind. People always said we looked exactly alike, and it was so hard to tell us apart. Quizzical expressions crossed their faces when, in response, we lifted our pant legs and showed them our socks. “Really?” I would ask. “Surely, I would never wear argyle socks.” Together we would laugh at our own private joke and skip away. Until one day, many years later, when it wasn’t funny anymore. Victoria, my then girlfriend and now wife, called me at the office.

“We thought it was you at first,” she sobbed into the phone. “X-rays showed so many broken bones.”

“You sure it’s him?” I asked, completely in denial.

“Zayne, honey,”– she paused– “he was wearing argyle socks.”

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Write Now Prompt for July 26, 2013

She removed the pendant from around her neck and placed it carefully into the box she kept hidden in her room.

Arlene trailed her delicate fingers over the ornate carvings that decorated the lid of the box–an old, wooden box that belonged to her mother. When she was young, Arlene would peek into her mother’s study when she was supposed to be napping. And there, on a number of occasions, she witnessed the most incredible exchange of power between her mother and the ruby pendant she kept locked away, out of reach.

Arlene’s mother had been missing for three years now. There was no sign of foul play, and the town believed she walked out on her family. Arlene had a different idea. What if her mother’s disappearance had something to do with the pendant? What if she was next?

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