It’s slow, it’s the silly season, people are away. And what is it with these single shoes that I come across, in the gutter, in the park, by the kerb on the Westway when I’m stalled in a gridlock? Passion or despair mostly, I’d guess, but could be abduction by aliens.
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and why always one?
where is the other one?
did s/he hobble off, half-shod?
Perhaps the shoes are aliens; waiting for some vagrant wayward host to put it/them on. After which they are consumed from the foot up.
Or else just some overly excitable monopods - who jumped too high...
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