I've always found this such a sad sight. One, solitary shoe, lying either in the middle of, or by the side of the road. I see it time and again. Is it always the result of drunken stumbling? Where is the other shoe - discarded elsewhere after the first one goes, to make others ponder the same thing as me? Perhaps I'm seeing the second, rejected, useless one, not the first lost one.
Am I alone in seeing pathos in people's discarded shoes? Ive just reminded myself of a holocaust documentary I watched where they showed footage of mountains of shoes; men's, women's,children's. I found it far more upsetting than the footage of the mass graves, horrible as they were. The shoes were the perfect metaphor for a human life, thousands, millions of discarded human lives.
Hmm, I didn't mean to go there, but the shoe in the road always makes me think along the same lines. How hard must it be to lose a lace up shoe? Has anyone ever lost a shoe? Tell me why!
To end on a funny note, my friends and I used to hang around in the church yard - one once threw a boot of mine up onto the light fixture over the church door, and the vicar came along, and grumblingly fished it down - we scarpered, but I had to go to the vicarage later and shamefacedly apologise and ask for it back - how bizarre and embarrassing - I was too mortified to go, but my sister strangely found the whole thing amusing and was happy to go with me and ask for it.
I don't know how to end this post. Suggestions?
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