Stormy Weather

Author – Leon

I had been at the cinema and had had some fun with my shoes. I always take them off in the dark and hope that they will be kicked away and I will have to look for them. One was moved some rows of seats in front and took a little while to find. One of the staff saw me looking and asked if I had lost something. I felt embarrassed telling him that I’d lost my shoe! Anyway I found it and left the building. It was raining heavily and I had to cross a busy road to get to the bus stop. Dodging the traffic I ran across the road and as I got nearly to the other side I made a leap for the footpath and my left shoe came off and rolled. I landed on the footpath and looked round for my trainer but couldn’t see it in the road. Just a few feet away was the opening of a storm drain and I guess thats where my shoe went. I could hear the water pouring into it and it seemed to be deep so there was no hope of finding my shoe. I walked to the bus stop and got the next bus home. By this time my white sock was sopping wet and dirty and as I got on the bus several young guys made comments. When I got off the bus the young guys got off too and one of them said, very loudly “Youve lost your shoe” for all the people waiting to get on the bus to hear. I said it was embarrassing and he said that it wasn’t bad to lose a shoe; he said that one night he had been out with friends and on the train home they had stripped him and thrown his clothes out of the train window. He got off the train and walked home in his briefs and socks! So I guess losing a shoe isn’t so bad after all.

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My speciality

Author – Al Wunshu

Since I was a little boy I have been fascinated by the Idea of losing a shoe; I guess Cinderella has a lot to answer for! When I was fourteen I was going on a paper round with a friend on his bike. We finished the round and were going home. I was riding with him on his bike when, going downhill his brake cable broke and we couldn’t stop. We crashed into a lorry, which was cornering on the wrong side of the road. We were both catapulted off the bike and landed in the road.  His shirt was torn and he had a nasty gash in his arm; I wasn’t hurt but my pants were torn and my right shoe was missing. The police and ambulance were called and we were taken off to the small local hospital, me still without a shoe. Despite the embarrassment of having my right buttock exposed through the rip in my pants I felt very excited having only one shoe and I was looking forward to leaving the hospital and going home wearing only the one shoe. But then one of the policemen who had been at the scene came in with my right shoe. I felt very disappointed. The shoe had been found in a garden near the accident. 

After this I started slipping one shoe off in all sorts of places, I guess hoping that someone would move it or even steal it. I used to go to a club and the quickest way home was to cut across the park. I would take one shoe off and keep it under my coat and pretend that I had lost it. But this wasn’t good enough. One night I hid my right shoe and went for a walk with one shoe and a white sock. I got some odd looks, but I found it very exciting. When I got back to collect my shoe it wasn’t there; someone had taken it. So for the first time I had really lost my shoe. I had a very arousing walk home, and found it so great that I started to ‘lose’ shoes on purpose, usually very much in public. I devised ways of losing a shoe in a place where I could get it back. The favorite thing was to let it fall between the platform and the train, then travel for maybe three or four stops before going back to see if I could get it back. Station staff were very good. But things can go wrong. One evening in London I did this on the underground, but when I got a staff member to get it for me it wasn’t there. He said it must have got caught up on the train and gone off with it. So there I was in the centre of London, on my way to a concert, with only one shoe. That was not planned; but it was very exciting. I went to the concert, then had to travel 70 miles home by train with one black loafer and one white sock. I was aroused most of the journey!

Wunshu.

At the movies

This is a fantasy story, but loosely based on true events. 😜

A friend and I went to the movies. We got there pretty early so we’re waiting for the trailers to start and there weren’t many people in the screen we were in. He was wearing some lo top converse and I was wearing some lo DC’s.

We were just messing around and I realised that his converse would fit through the gap between the seats on the floor. He wore them pretty loose so I managed to surprise him by hooking my foot round his heel and getting his converse off. Before he could react I had pushed it through the gap in the seats. It fell down the step into the row infront which was currently empty.

I started laughing and, as I was laughing, he reached down and grabbed my foot, pulling off my DC. I tried to grab ur but the threw it over the seats so it was now also in the row infront.

Whilst we were messing about seeing who was gonna go get our shoes, we noticed 2 guys heading up the row infront of us. The trailers had started by now so the screen was semi dark. They sat right in front of us.

We looked at each other. There was no way we were getting our shoes before the end of the movie. I was hoping they wouldn’t see them in the semi darkness but we couldn’t be sure. My friends converse was under the seat but my DC would be right in the middle of the row.

The movie started and we were sat there in one shoe each. To get more comfy, I put my leg up so it was resting on my other leg. After a few minutes, my friend grabbed my DC off my foot and kept it next to him. 

I was now sat in my white socks and couldn’t doll anything to get my DC back as the movie was on. Then my friend said he needed the toilet. As I saw him leave I realised he had my DC on one foot and his converse in the other.

Whilst he was gone I realised the rather large drink I had bought was making me need to pee as well so I waited till he got back and asked him for my shoe as I needed to pee. He replied by saying, ” you get my converse, I’ll give you your shoe”. There was no way I was getting his converse during the movie and I really needed to pee so I had to go in my socks. 

I picked the wrong timing as when I got to the toilet, I realised another movie had just finished and there were loads of people. I managed to get into a stall without too many people noticing my shoeless dilemma. I could feel the slightly damp floor seeping into the material of my socks and quickly left keeping my head down and got back to my seat.

The rest of the movie happened and it finally finished. My feet were getting cold and I couldn’t wait to get back into my dcs. I’d kept an eye on the guys in front and they didn’t seem to have noticed the shoes in their row.

The film ended. We sat and waited for the guys infront to leave, and most of the other people so we didn’t get too many weird looks. They left.

I asked my friend for my shoe and he just smiled at me. ” where’s my shoe” I asked. He just smiled and said, “while you were in the toilet, I pushed it through the gap in the seats to the row infront.” he started laughing. I smiled and stood up.

I climbed over the row to find my dcs. They weren’t there. I searched under the seats but they weren’t there. I found a converse, but it wash my friends. It was lo but white, my friends was black. I laughed and threw it at him, “there you go” I said. He looked really annoyed but put started to put on the mismatched converse.

I was still screwed, but I thought I’d check the row infront. I spotted something. I jumped over the row and found a pair of shoes, but they weren’t mine. They were a beaten up pair of DC court graffix. They were once white but weren’t now. The guys must have been skaters because the laces had been tied together and the sides were all scuffed. I had nothing else to do so I slid my foot into one. It was slightly damp, felt pretty loose and I could feel the guys foot indent in the sole. My dcs were pretty new but the ones I now had on my feet really weren’t. 

My friend and I left the theatre but didn’t see the guys, or our shoes again.

Pizza

Author – Ade

Back in 2013 I worked as a pizza delivery driver. One evening I had to go to this area named brookside. I parked up and got out my car. I then leaned into my car to get something, suddenly 2 guys walked past and took my shoe off and threw it into someone’s garden. It was around 8pm in November so it was dark. I had to knock on door to get my shoe back.