He wore the pointiest shoes that I had ever seen; I couldn’t work out where his toes would go, and soon suspected he didn’t have any. I stared whilst scuffing the toes of my own brown buckled school shoes. I hated them. Mum wouldn’t let me have slip-ons. She’d said that I wouldn’t be able to run in them, remembering made me scuff even harder. I realised he wasn’t a normal adult when he didn’t stop me. I didn’t linger on that though. Just anticipated the bright red cherry on top of the Banana Split he’d promised me earlier.
Christopher 10 months ago
Oh geez! That doesn't sound good!
Lisa Williams 9 months ago
Apologies! xx