A tale of two shoes in four short paragraphs

A man I don’t know walked past me, carrying a pair of my shoes. He went out the door, but I didn’t try to stop him.

The long white laces were tied together, and the shoes were draped over his right forearm. He stopped at an overstuffed trash can and dumped the rest of what he was carrying, the remains of a meal on a cafeteria tray. He did not look up.

The line at the soup kitchen for Thanksgiving was dozens deep, the guests at the tables sitting elbow-to-elbow. It was hard to see from one end of the dining room to the other; harder still to avoid seeing things with unerring clarity.

A man I don’t know walked past me, carrying a pair of my shoes. He went out the door, but I didn’t try to stop him.

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About Jim McKeever

Writer, father, runner, advocate based in Central New York.
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7 Responses to A tale of two shoes in four short paragraphs

  1. markbialczak says:

    A good day for you, a better day for him. Thanks for sharing, Jim.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Lorrie Fitzgibbons says:

    You have such a big heart.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. JustI says:

    Giving is the best part of Thanksgiving!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Love how you spent your Thanksgiving Jim! ❤
    Diana xo

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  5. chmjr2 says:

    I bet the pie tasted better after your day.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. ermigal says:

    Nice story, Jim, and deeper than it appears at the first reading. What can one give, rather than it’s not my problem. Thanks for sharing it.

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  7. You’re a good one Jim.

    Like

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