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Sole Files – Flash Fiction #6

“Those shoes are money!” he said, sitting on the subway bench, old boom box by his side. The speaker covers held on with duct tape. His head still swaying. The music still going. He launched…

sneakers on power line

The Sole Files – Flash Fiction #4

His feet never touched the ground. When he walked through a crowd, his gait was always a little bit higher than everyone else’s. Sometimes they noticed it, and sometimes they didn’t. But he always knew…

Sneakers 3

Sole Files – Flash Fiction #3

“Don’t step on it!” She had an eye for fragile, temporary things. Dew drops on blades of grass, and patterns of mist on windows, pollen on the windshield, the way the apples leaned up against…

Sneakers 2

Sole Files – Flash Fiction #2

We stood there staring at birds over the wall, little kids running around the zoo like friggin’ monkeys. “You know why I think a swan is beautiful?” he said. “Because their face looks like a…

sneakers 1

The Sole Files – Flash Fiction #1

I told him, “You can tell a lot about a man by his shoes.” He just shrugged his shoulders. The laces drew me in like one of those optical illusions by Escher. The one with…