In the Life of a Shoe

“In the Life of a Shoe” By Lance Squeak, squeak, and squeak. That’s all I ever hear on a floor walked on for centuries. Hi, my name is Lenny the left shoe. I come from a little shoe factory north of Korea called Gurushi shoe factory, it’s a little place, no one even knows it exists. I started off in a town called Sicily, a domain of Italy if you didn’t know. …showed first 75 words of 488 total…

…showed last 75 words of 488 total…gave me to a boy who would only take out my tongue, and rip out my sole, to only throw me away. The next morning I woke up to a place called Al’s trash service to find myself ruined and destroyed. The right shoe was gone I noticed as I lay there helpless. I had no tongue, which didn’t matter because I could not speak, and also to find I had no “soul”.