The Shoe

It was sitting on the curb, in the dark parking lot, a little shoe. Somewhere in the world a little boy was running around with only one shoe on his feet.

It was all to easy to know what had happened. A van had been parked by the curb. As the parents were putting their kids into the van, the shoe was knocked or kicked onto the ground. It was a new shoe, clean with no holes. No one notice the shoe's absence in the dark. It wouldn't be discovered until the next morning. Then the mom would be searching everywhere for the shoe, the car, his room, the living room. Then she would realize the shoe was gone, the new shoe. But he didn't have any other shoes, they had been thrown away and hauled off in the garabage truck. So what did they do?

This stressed me out a little. Would they come back and look for it? No, they wouldn't know where it was. Should I take it into the restruant? No, they might have been shopping at one of the surrounding stores. So what do I do? Leave it and block out these stressful thoughts.