Walking home from the pub I spotted it, lurking in the dark. Crumpled up so I thought it was a glove to start with there was something socky about it that caught my eye. I'm more used to odd socks in the domestic context so I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't know its purpose sitting there on the wall and wasn't sure if it would be alarmed to be put in an unknown odd sock bag. But perhaps it was making a bid for new happiness with a different partner and would be delighted. I stretched it out to its full sock length and left it displayed where it was. Plain black, slightly damp, no holes.