The water looked so cool, inviting. It beckoned me closer. “Come and see,” it said. I slipped my work boots off and felt the rough planks beneath my bare toes, which was comforting somehow. The boots were made for being in a field, for walking behind a plow and mule; it would be blasphemous to the water to step in with the boots on. I looked at my feet and they were dry and cracked like winter. “I will make them young again,” the water said. I decided to find out if the water was truly a place of salvation.
My Christopher and I often talk about how creepy it is to see one shoe on the side of the road; two abandoned shoes are not much better. Pop on over to Friday Fictioneers by clicking below to add your thoughts: