Though I walk barefoot on the sidewalk, my eyes remain fixed on the clouds. I’m the only shoeless person on Broadway.
Pedestrians stroll past, clutching briefcases and grocery bags. Chicago people know exactly where they’re going.
Using my intuition, I avoid the glass shards. Someone points at my feet and shouts, “You forgot your shoes!”
Laughing, I shake my head. Poor fool. He doesn’t understand how to use his intuition. City life has turned him into a robot. He shies away and heads towards the supermarket.
I look up and notice my shoes dangling from an electrical wire.
Free at last.
Very nice, Leah.
Scott
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it.
Found this most profound
Thanks! I was trying for profound, in a light kinda way. 🙂
I’m glad!
So cool. First I though Broadway in Seattle till you brought us to Chicago. Then the universal shoes over a wire!
Ha! I thought that a lot of people might think I meant Broadway in NYC.
Lovely read… well done.. kudos …
Glad you enjoyed it, thanks.
Fun; especially the last line.
Thanks, I really wanted the tone to be lighthearted. I write so much heavy stuff!
Good story! (I actually know someone who walks around New Orleans barefoot).
Brave soul!