SHOES
We hadn’t bought a map, preferring
always just to explore, so we simply wandered through the town. Most of the
narrow streets were busy with locals carrying shopping, calling to each other
from balconies, or sunning themselves on the pavement – the kind of scene we’d
hoped to discover when booking our holiday.
But one district was eerily quiet.
Outside several doors lay a pair of child’s shoes, faded and filled with
cobwebs.
In a cafė we asked
about them. The owner crossed herself. “Years ago
the earthquake destroyed a school – some parents still wait.”
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How could I write about anything else this week when any parent's nightmare has been brought to life on our television screens? Thanks to Sarah Potter for the photo prompt and to https://rochellewisoff.com/ for hosting Friday Fictioneers.
