I was walking the dog a few mornings ago and I came across a pair of discarded socks lying on the ground. As I continued my walk back home, I wondered about the story of how those socks came to be there. Strange things like the discarded socks have a way of sending my imagination into overdrive. I can’t help but dream up all sorts of stories that I’m sure bare no likeness to what really happened.
More than likely, some kid took them off on their way to or from school for some silly reason that would make no sense in the adult brain. But what if the story were more exotic and intriguing? My new favorite TV show this season is Covert Affairs (I love this show because it reminds me a lot of Alias, which was another favorite several years ago). But I digress…anyway…both shows feature fun-loving, butt-kicking, highly resourceful secret agents/spies who happen to be women. What if these socks had something to do with a covert op? How cool would that be?
To most people these socks are just dirty laundry and a major eyesore, but to me, especially to the writer in me, these socks stimulate my imagination and help me dream up possible story ideas. Surely there has to be a fellow dreamer out there. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?