Life Literature! (#Lifelit)

Hi,
I was busy writing for my new book earlier and found myself, getting caught up with worrying about the next line and the line after that.  Was it too serious? Was it too vague? Would it make sense? So I stopped. In that moment, writing had become a chore and it should be enjoyed.  Whether it be serious literature or just a bit of fun.  Words can be chosen and taken away and the author has the power to do both, so why worry unnecessarily. After all, it will all fall into place.  Maybe not today, but it's going to happen.

But...this got me thinking, if we worry about how things can be interpreted, wouldn't be fun to write a very short piece about something very mundane and 'every day' in a way that it was deliberately trying to stretch the imagination. So I have set myself some 'fun interlude' projects.  So, when writing isn't flowing, I can pick one of the following subjects or maybe a new one and just let the mind run free! 
I will try and limit myself to around 150 words max. And the subjects that I have to choose from, may include: A washing Machine, A toaster, An Oven, A Hoover, but it could be anything!! :)

Please feel free to join in with your 'Everyday Short Story - Let's call them 'Life Literature or 'Lifelit'' and simply let our minds explore endless possibilities....
So, here I go (You may guess what it is, but at the end, I will confirm...)

I could hardly breathe, we were all there one moment and the next, I found myself alone. I had never been on my own. I was happy in my marriage and now powerless to protect the one that had always stood by my side. I looked anxiously as they were all taken away, and faced the floor when they went out of sight, unfamiliar sounds terrorized me.  Ahead, all I could see was darkness and in that moment, the water swept them further away and I knew then, that they would never be the same as me again, and if I was to see them again, would I recognize them? All alone, the solitude set it, would they even want me?
"The story of the dirty sock left behind by the washing machine" by N Fuller