Laced by Tiffany Greenfield

She had been trying to walk through life in red sneakers for most of her years. She walked the same path every day, the scenery changed but not the thoughts. Once an odd man wearing blue shoes had yelled as she passed by, “Your soul is a bit worn, just like mine!” She took her shoes off and threw them at him, barely grazing his left shoulder. He was like her, he never turned or gave any indication he felt a thing. She sat on a bench, barefooted, watching countless people pass her shoes in the middle of the sidewalk, no one stopped to pick them up or even noticed them. At dusk, she retrieved them, laced them a little tighter than normal and walked on.


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