(This is part of an ongoing creative story series I created titled ‘Shoe Tales.’ For more, follow ‘Shoe Tales’ on Instagram)
The black strapped sandal was found defeated on a sidewalk, a few blocks shy of Manhattan’s Herald Square. Could have been dropped from a bag brimming with its other half plus more, its owner in a rush after work.
Maybe its presence is the result of an argument, the type where anger fills the cap, common sense out, and rage makes you want to chuck something at your offender.
The shoe, one of the top picks. It’s incomplete now.