Wet Shoes

I wrote this years ago. Can't believe I never put it on here. I have no idea why, but it's one of my favorite things I've ever written...

Today at the parking lot at the train station I saw two men's shoes (very nice expensive loafers) abandoned in a puddle, and I've been thinking about them all day. How does a man lose two loafers in the rain? I think about things like this.

It was raining really hard last night and I can imagine this young guy getting off the train without an umbrella and he's happy and celebrating something (an engagement, a raise, a new lease on life) and he was so excited but so wet from all the rain that when he got to his car he just decided to shed his wet shoes with his past life.

Shoes in a puddle making me think. I can almost picture him running through the rain to get to his car. Maybe he's been telling the story all day.

Maybe he has no idea why he woke up this morning without shoes.

A lot of people walked past those wet shoes and didn't even see them, but I've been thinking about that guy all day.