Crumbler #5 Red Shoes0

I was in the city. I can’t seem to remember how or why I was there.

An old friend who I cut contact with came up to me.  We did not question or acknowledge any coincidence on how we stood in the same time or place, nor did we greet each other.  If anything I didn’t want to see that person again, at least not for a long time anyway.

The night was cold and few on the street, the person asked for a ride home.  Nostalgia rushed back in me of the days that use to happen a fair bit. My primary thought processor didn’t seem to kick in as I agreed to the favour.  And now thinking back it was the right thing to do anyway.

As I was driving I resented the person. One of the only lines of conversation I recall was that I kept reminding us that I’m under non-speaking terms with this person and nor do I want to resolve this now.

I drove the person back safely, and forgive my memory I was inside the house and can’t recall why. In my mind I wanted to leave but for some forgotten reason I was in the house. Maybe that person wanted to show me something, or give thanks to a favour I uncomfortably did.

After bidding a farewell I left the house, as I was leaving I saw my pair of red Converse I assumed stolen was sitting in the person’s shoe cabinet.  I was shocked and confused.  There was no way that person would’ve own a pair of the same, not in this size anyway.  I picked it up, turned to the person, questioned why my stolen shoes were here.

The reply was unknown. Even the resident of this house don’t have an explanation but I didn’t question it any further, I wanted to leave.  Finding my shoes which I constantly associated its colour to Dorothy’s heal tapping shoes, I found meaning in it.

Although the paths I crossed with this person lead to a split in friendship due to my own desires for wanting more out of it, I eventually found something else. That thing I lost in the midst of the friendship that would bring me back to the state of mind of when I first met this person. Remembering back the things I truly wanted before this ‘friendship’ sailed me to a different sea.

So all in all I’m glad I unwillingly did the favour and I’m glad that everything that this person and I went through eventually found meaning, and my red shoes.

…and then I woke up.

ps: my red shoes are still missing

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