NEW BOOTS

Seeing him sitting by the road she felt she had to do something.

His boots were gaffer-taped around the toes. A few doors along was a shoe shop.

He smiled and followed her.

The staff in the store were her only hope now, the only witnesses to have seen them.

Would he like a hot meal and then she could drive him to the local shelter?

The rope bit into her wrists, the gaffer tape over her mouth made her gag.

In the dark shadows she saw the gleaming new boots approach, clacking on the dusty wooden floor.


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Copyright Anonymous

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

123 thoughts on “NEW BOOTS

  1. Hi Iain,
    Philosophically, your flash and mine go quite well together, because I’ve footnoted mine with a missile you could say about the need for community and to be there for each other and yours just shoots the guts out of that and I’m left asking: “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers, let alone not give strangers a lift in your car??!!”
    That is a real dilemma for many of us. How much do we help strangers, while also being mindful of our own safety? Perhaps, the airlines have it right when they say to save ourselves first but not to ignore the needs of others.
    There was great suspense in that last line with the echo of his footsteps on the floorboards and their power and fear. The very boots she had bought him out of kindness. Well done.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

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    1. Thanks Rowena, you are right. It is tempting to help those we see in need, but in the world today, for whatever reason, we tend to be cautious about approaching strangers and offering help – perhaps because of the way the media reports the odd case that ends badly, rather than the many that end innocently.

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      1. Iain, I remember when my grandparents told me back in the 1990s I think about people pretending to be broken down and then robbing people what an outrage it was to all of us and that sense of common decency to pull over and help. They stopped doing it. I have driven across the Nullarbor Plain and lived in Geraldton 6 hours North of Perth and in these places people always stop because being broken down could ultimately kill you in such isolated areas. That was about 20 years ago now and I hope it hasn’t changed.
        Best wishes,
        Rowena

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