- Vol. 04
- Chapter 11
Nobody ever comments on my footwear. I suppose it’s the vibrant red of the blanket that does it. The kind of blanket used by paramedics in a war zone. Then again, with the single black stripe, I’ve been told it could be prized as a minimalist throw.
Then there’s the hat. I could keep a herd of bees in this hat and no one would know but me. Except for the buzzing of course.
But, funny thing, no one remarks on my shoes. I can see them becoming all the rage – a simple leather thong pegged between my big and first toe.
If it rains – when it rains – I can just slop through the mud and they dry very quickly. I’ve never suffered from athlete's foot.
So…just sitting here. Tucked up under the prickly pear – which tones with my blanket perfectly by the way.
Maybe the stripe should have been green.