When is the last time it happened to you?
It seems a surprisingly frequent phenomenon. The lone shoe. Lost or discarded without its mate. Often left on a roadway somewhere for further indignities of multiple crushings from traffic -- passersby who also disregard the shoe.
It has a story.
And no one who squashes it with their tires will ever know who wore it, what it looked like when it was new, the places it traveled, the miles it walked wrapped around the foot that bought it -- doing what it was meant to do.
It's likely that typical drivers will not even acknowledge the lone shoe. At most, it exists only in their subconscious, unregistered, unremarked.
Did it come to an untimely end? Or had the course of its purpose concluded under the orchestrated hand of Providence? Was the certitude of its fate controvertible? Is this where it was meant to be all along, waiting for me to take its picture?
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