Posted Wed Sep 9, 2015 | 264 Words | Tagged chav story

He saw the pair of trainers on his way home, just lying in the street so he picked them up while looking around to see if anyone would see. Inside there were a sock in each. He wouldn’t normally dream of something like this, but they just looked such a nice pair of shoes.

Quickly stuffing them into his bag he raced off home with them.

When he got home he pulled them out and pulled out the socks. They looked like they were supposed to be white, but clearly weren’t for a long time. He took a sniff and a vile musky odour came out of them. But was it that bad? He smelt again, in fact they weren’t that bad.

Almost out of his mind he put the socks onto his feet and he felt them mush in the dirt and filth that was there. The put one shoe on, but then felt a bizarre need to smell the other shoe.

He sniffed as much as he could, the smell during away any of his want to do anything else. He felt something else though, as though the smell and the dirt was doing something to him. His name was M… Malc…. Mason? Yeah it was fucking Mason.

He was wearing his smart gear right? Nah, his fucking tracks like always. None of that smart shit like he worked in one of those shitty offices. But he did right? Mason just kept sniffing and inhaling the shoe. Soon, his mind stopped being confused and he came in his trackies happy with himself.