MATISSTA WRITING EXERCISE: Write a story incorporating the following objects: a missing sock, a knock on the door, a screaming woman and a damp mop. You have ten minutes:
The woman rushed to the front door, looked through the peep hole and saw nothing.
"Who's there?" she asked, desperately.
"Your missing sock," said the voice at the front door.
The woman screamed. "How can I be certain it's the sock I'm missing?! You need to confirm -- I can't see you through the peep hole and I don't open my door to strange socks."
"I know you've been looking for me for many days, ever since you did your laundry," said the voice. "You've never lost a sock before and you are determined not to lose one now. You moved the washer and dryer to look behind them. You retraced your steps from the laundry hamper in your bedroom to see if you had carelessly dropped one sock. You dumped out all of the socks in your sock drawer to see if I'd been there all along -- and you had actually forgotten about me eons ago. I know you want me. But you're going to have to open the front door."
"I need proof that you are, in fact, my missing sock," said the woman. "What kind of laundry detergent do I use?"
"Uh -- you're right," said the woman. "But maybe that's too easy. How many pair of work-out shoes do I have?"
"Eight and two pair are neon -- colors so bright that no one bothers to look at me."
The woman was stunned. Perhaps it was her missing sock.
"One more thing, lady," said the voice behind the front door. "I know that I'm part of your favorite pair because you launder me ALL THE TIME, but you don't remember last Saturday, do you?"
"Remember the knock on the door -- you were on your way upstairs with folded laundry, but you stopped and opened it because you were waiting for a delivery from Amazon -- more calming tabs for one of your cats. You leaned over and I was on top of the pile . . . and . . . ."
"Oh my God, did I drop you?" asked the woman.
"Well," said the voice. "You know that black-and-white stray cat who roams the neighborhood? He picked me up with his teeth and dragged me underneath the house and for days he slept on me, then threw me around like I was a mouse until I finally passed out. I woke up today and lo and behold, here I was on your front porch. I'm filthy. Please let me in."
"Okay," said the woman. "I believe that you are my missing sock. But before I let you in and get dirt and dust and bugs and who knows what else in my home, I need to get something."
"What's that?" said the voice impatiently.
"A damp mop."