Shoes on the floor

A Story by niadiaz

Brown feet, crooked,worn,broken in, shuffling past the corners. passing the cubbard were pair of stiff red dancing shoes stand errect poised to go out, on their owhe in if need be, near the sink there sits a turned over leather sandal a sot showing where the big toe has worn trough in fits of nervous energy somewhere its mate is hiding smelling of sand and salt eir is no though though there is no ocean, no sea for miles.

crooked brown feet , paused by the door near a pair of womens running shoes, one bewilderd silk stocking potruding from the left shoe. The feet pause by the door the the right shyly twisting and turning behind the left, a slight white ring of a tan line dancing by. The feet turn in a militant abot face walking twards a pair of buttery yellow leather shoes beneath a bed, these that are rarely worn.... the left foot pauses nudging one shoe from the other seeking, a worn brown crooked , leather shoe, the other adjoined by the lace, a rather masculine looking pair save for the size. The feet hide whithin the worn leather shoes and leave.