They say you shouldn't judge someone until you've walked a mile in their shoes. What kind of guy/gal wears these shoes? Write a little Flash Fiction where these shoes play a part in the story. Maybe the protagonist or antagonist wears them for work or play. Maybe they are a major clue in solving a crime. Maybe they are a modern version of the Cinderella story. Close your eyes, put on your mental pair of adidas, and see where they take you.
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He lived a honorable life; a loving husband, a doting father. He was the perfect son and brother, a hard-working employee and he did works of charity. Christopher Blandings only did what he had been put on this earth to do.
There were times that he wondered if it was all worth the trouble. Christopher was never one for accolades and acknowledgements; most of his meanderings were done in the strictest anonymity. It was just that the world seemed so out of step with the morals he was raised upon. People never seemed to understand or appreciate the way things were. Blandings was baffled.
His wife sympathized with her mate, but being almost a decade younger than he, she straddled the fence between the generations. But she believed in his good and kind heart. She loved his honesty and his loyalty. He surprised her on occasion with breakfast in bed or a tender back rub. And he had a fire burning deep within him that made Jessica lose control. There was nothing bland about Blandings.
She loved her man. She loved Christopher right up to the day he died. Sadness and grief were not emotions to which she prescribed. Jessica knew life was a celebration. And death was clearly an extension of that celebration. In his passing, she saw that her Christopher did not go unnoticed. As the funeral processed to the cemetery she became aware of something. The telephone wires were adorned with shoes. Their laces bound together, they were tossed aloft to wrap around the overhead lines. There were well over a hundred pairs hanging; she witnessed people removing their footwear and adding to the milieu.
Puzzled, she questioned the undertaker. His explanation brought a tear to her eye and a flicker in her already gracious heart.
"When a person passes, tradition had the mourners remove their shoes and by draping the secured pairs over the wires, pay homage to the person so loved. The more shoes that dangled, the more respected was the deceased." he informed.
Again Jessica looked. And the tear were more abundant now. The entire route to his resting place was graced with shoes. Hundreds and hundreds of pairs pointed to his life as one well lived; having touched many hearts.
It was the greatest tribute he could have been given.
Great story, Walt! While I've never seen this in the civilian world, it used to be fairly common for soldiers to throw their boots over the lines when they retired or got out...usually at their last post.
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