It sits forlorn amongst
A smug array of pairs
A single shoe, an evening shoe
That would have once had style
.
Was it a Cinderella story
That brought this shoe
To a cluttered shelf
In Oxfam, Camden Town?
.
Or
.
The house clearance of
A dead woman’s things
Thrown distractedly into
Black bin bags and left
In the doorway
.
A woman whose life
Had been full and rich —
Her legacy, a single shoe
On a cluttered shelf
In Oxfam, Camden Town
About the Creator
Matthew Batham
My stories have been published in numerous magazines and on websites in both the UK and the US. My novels and short story collection, Terrifying Tales to Read on a Dark Night, are available on Amazon. I also love horror movies.
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GRANDMA NELSON
Daddy pulled off the interstate, and I saw the all familiar red barn, and I knew we had arrived at Grandma Nelson's farm. I always had mixed feelings about seeing my Grandmother. It seemed she had as many Grandchildren as the old Mother in the shoe nursery rhyme. I saw her as different, but that is not why I hestiated. The truth be known I always got in trouble at her house, and ended up sitting in the car after I had been scolded.
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