Pinky-promise for a striped and a dotted sock
He wore a striped and a dotted sock that day, that day with the fresh breeze and the clear blue sky. The striped sock was of an older pair and had a hole at the pinky toe. He usually didn't wear that pair anymore, but that day, he wore it, he wore the one of the pair that had a hole at the pinky toe.
There was grovel in his shoe that hurt his toe. His shoes had gotten a bit worn down too. Summer was soon over, so the time for such shoes was too. But he wore it, because it was to be the last day of summer. The last day of a striped and a dotted sock. The last day for a fresh breeze and a clear blue sky. The last day he would see her.
He had promised her he would come.
Pinky-promise. And a smile.
She had laughed, reached down and taken her shoes off to shake out the gravel. She wore blue socks. One striped and one dotted. They were worn down, but the striped one was of an older pair and had a hole at the pinky toe. They were too thin for Autumn. Summer would be over soon. And they would see each other at the last day of Summer. She would wear a striped and a dotted sock for the last time. They would see each other for the last time.
On that day with the fresh breeze and the clear blue sky, she didn't wear a striped and a dotted sock. She didn't come to the last day of Summer.