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by Triv
Rated: E · Fiction · Sci-fi · #2234066
Flash fiction on footwear
My eyes wandered over the captive audience. The dimly lit club showed a good number of folks gathered around small tables, nursing their obligatory drinks.

A hush fell as I stood up, unsteady of feet. The whisky and sour made that a feat.

Clearing my throat, I began.

‘There I was, in the hills, not a soul in sight or hearing. A few insects decided to commence a vigorous debate. No doubt, they were discussing the ownership rights of collected food or stray blades of grass.’

My voice came down to a conspiratorial whisper for unnecessary dramatic effect.

‘I could see the light through the trees, the likes of which I had never seen. It spread all over, yet it was not there. The closer I got to it, the further away it moved.

I did not give up and kept advancing.’

Another pause. Glasses clinked as they were unconsciously placed on the tables. In my befuddled state, I still knew I had them.

Continuing my story.

‘And then, the light was all over me—my body, bathed in a blue tint. Warm and cool, all at the same time.

By now, I had reached a large clearing. Trees reached out to the heavens.’

I gestured with my hand, indicating how high these trees were.

‘And then…’

This was fun. Even the whispers halted. I brought my fingers together like a clamp.

‘The light began to gather at a point. A being emerged. Tall of stature, lean as the trees around me.’

An audible gasp from a few scattered denizens.

‘He spoke, yet his mouth never moved nor opened. His voice was all around me.’

‘ ‘You are the first of your race that we have met.’ he boomed.’

Someone from the deep recesses a voice. ‘Was it…god…?’

I rewarded him with a patronizing smile.

‘He could have been, yet he may not have been.’

I took another deep sip and relished the liquid as it made its way down my throat.

‘He had been observing us for many years. But, no one, except me, had seen the light and followed it. I was the chosen one.

Fear should have been my first reaction. I felt only the warmth of love and peace in me and around me.

‘ ‘What would you have me do?’ I asked in wonder.’

‘The being spoke again.’

‘ ‘Despite centuries of watching you involve, we are unfamiliar with your race and your ways.’ he said. ‘We do not understand what you wear and why you need to cover your body with strange fabric.’’

People were now straining to catch every word. My eyes were glazing over, and only my iron resolve supported my upright stance.

My mind went back to the ditch, where the sole of my shoe came off, and I had to throw the shoe away. I realized then that my socks didn’t match. It made no sense to walk with one shoe, so I had removed the other one too.

As I entered the club, I had seen the distinguished gentleman with an exact match of my socks. I needed that sock.

His shoes also looked like they would fit me. However, it wasn’t going to be easy to get someone to part with their entire footwear. I had to plan this out carefully.

I snapped back to my story.

‘The being wanted one piece of each of my footwear. Without thinking, I pulled out a shoe and sock. The being smiled and said that whoever had given up a part of their attire would be rewarded with unimaginable riches.

He also added that I now had the power to bestow others' wishes if they would give me a part of my attire. Without another word, he disappeared.’

From the corner of my eye, I saw a few people scrambling to take off their coats and sweaters. I didn’t want any of that. I had to be more specific.

‘And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I lost my right shoe and my left sock.’
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