A footware related horror story..

Walked out

Suddenly, in the dead of light, the young shoe was visited by a strange apparition of his future self.

“Beware!”, said the old shoe. “I was once like you – watertight and supple. Then that idiot stomped his way across London and back every day because he can’t stand taking the tube, and now look at me. And Christ, do I smell. Yuck. Get out now!”

Alas, the foolhardy young shoe didn’t listen. And by the time we get to May, I’ll need another pair – it’s an expensive habit.

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