The Stories We Could Tell

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I found these little shoes…forgotten…just after daybreak, at the beach.

Worn,torn,faded and dusted with sand, they’ve obviously covered lots of ground on the feet of their long-lost owner.

They’ve lost their golden luster but I find them enchanting. I look at them and wonder what their story is.

I imagine them with tiny dancing feet slipped into them.

I imagine them helping tiny feet chase the last of a wave as it races to leave the shore.

I imagine them toasty and warm from the warmth of the sun, wrapped around tiny feet and hugging them close.

I imagine them missing those tiny feet, now that they’ve gone and I imagine those tiny feet missing them.

I’ll put them in a tiny frame and keep them close, in honor of the stories they could tell.

14 thoughts on “The Stories We Could Tell

  1. The elastic bands in them are typical of dance shoes, so these may have indeed once upon a time been worn by “dancing feet” of a little girl…


      1. It might have been a very short conversation, ending with the little girl getting a clip round the ear for not taking care of her shoes. I’m glad it wasn’t me that stole the shoes.


        1. I ended up taking them home, because the spot where they were left was being cleared out by the police. A storm was coming in and along with high winds, the place that they were sitting was going to get flooded. They would have either washed away or blown away. Eek, I feel terrible.


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