I folded their socks, washed, and paired them. I collected them from the floors of their bedrooms, rolled, inside out, crumpled.

As they grew, I found them tucked down the sides of beds, inside duvet covers. A game of hide and sock.

Now they are gone.

I miss their socks.

Jane Langan writes fiction and poetry and is currently working on her debut novel. Her anthology of poems, Blood Kisses, is available now. Jane has been shortlisted for a number of writing competitions and has been published in several magazines. Besides writing, she enjoys photography and tap dancing. She has just completed an MA in Creative Writing.