Sunday 8 August 2010

Shoes





It’s slow, it’s the silly season, people are away. And what is it with these single shoes that I come across, in the gutter, in the park, by the kerb on the Westway when I’m stalled in a gridlock? Passion or despair mostly, I’d guess, but could be abduction by aliens.

2 comments:

elise said...

and why always one?
where is the other one?
did s/he hobble off, half-shod?

john moore said...

Perhaps the shoes are aliens; waiting for some vagrant wayward host to put it/them on. After which they are consumed from the foot up.

Or else just some overly excitable monopods - who jumped too high...