Author – CC
Before it gets too cold I decided to take one more evening to head to the boardwalk and take in one last breath of summer. Of course, it’s a little cooler now, so instead shorts and sandals I decided to wear jeans and a pair of comfortable clogs. I put on some plain gray ankle length socks too; I think it’s a really attractive combo. I thought about wearing them barefoot in case I decided to walk on the beach, but it’s easy enough to just take my socks off if I did.
The crowds that frequent a boardwalk in the summer were gone. There were a few people walking the boardwalk: couples and groups of teens, mostly. I was only really there to watch the sunset, so paid little attention to them as I walked leisurely along the end of the platform.
The wooden soles of my shoes dragged loudly along the boards. The sound is kind of soothing if you dont care about drawing attention to your footwear. I like to wear my clogs loosely sometimes; a lot of shoes fit tightly and are restrictive so I adjust the straps on this style to its loosest. They are a great deal more difficult to walk in this way, but I wasn’t exactly planning on going anywhere fast. That, perhaps, was ultimately my undoing.
They must have removed the benches on the boardwalk for the season, because I found nowhere to sit and watch the sunset. Instead I decided to stick my legs through the gap underneath the guard rail of the pier and sit on the boards, my legs hanging over the edge. The platform was maybe 7-9 feet above the beach below… I’m not certain. I knew my open backed clogs would dangle, but I’m pretty skilled with keeping them on the end of my toes, I was sure I would not drop one accidentally. Besides, I could always go to the sand below and retrieve it if I did.
I sat there for a short while, and the sun approached the horizon but did not yet touch the beginning of sunset. Gravity made the clogs slip down my feet slightly, and occasionally I allowed one to slip to my toes, but quickly I flexed my foot upward and the shoe would drop back into position. I didnt want to drop one carelessly and then miss the sunset while retrieving it.
Soon, I crossed my legs, which helped my clogs stay on, slightly. My attention drifted to a group of seagulls fighting over a scrap of food on the beach. Suddenly, I felt something brush my foot under my heel, between my foot and the clog. Immediately after, something began to pull downward very firmly on my shoe. In a quick glance, I was able to see what was going on: someone’s hand was gripping the heel of my clog!
Unfortunately, the foot that was being grabbed was also the leg crossed in front, meaning that my other leg was also being pulled backward towards the underside of the platform. Because of their position, I could not see who was trying to take my shoe! I should have called for help, but I was so shocked about what was happening, I didnt think to cry out.
I instinctually pulled away with my leg and foot, trying to wrest my clog free, but it was no good. The thief was also applying force downward, and the leather upper slipped down my foot to the end of my toes. Simultaneously, the rough movements in my legs was causing my other clog to slip out of position, and now it was dangling on my toes as well. I became very aroused.
The thief must have been enjoying this torment. As I kept trying to pull my shoe out of their hand, they must have noticed I was losing my other clog, and I felt a few fingers brush the other exposed heel… and then one finger rubbed the collar of that ankle sock down off of my heel. I shuddered and squirmed, trying to get them off of touching my feet, and my motion threw the dangling clog off of my toes. The thief tugged hard on other shoe, and I gave up the other clog as well.
I gasped and immediately stood up, pulling my socked feet away from my attacker. I looked over the edge, and saw no one, nor either of my clogs. I looked around to see if anyone had seen this incident, but I was mostly alone, with a few people walking in the distance in either direction. I ran along the boardwalk in my socks, one still bunched up under my heel, looking for someone, maybe a security guard, that could help me.
There were none, so I caught the attention of a nearby vendor who was closing shop. I explained that someone had stolen my shoes and asked him to call security. As he pulled out a mobile phone, I ran something like 400 feet to the closest ramp down to the beach.
Still in my socks, I ran across the sand to the place where I was sitting. There was nothing there. I saw no person under the platform in either direction. They had made a very quick getaway. In the opposite direction of the ramp, I found a single flip flop. Had it been lost by the thief?
I went back to the vendor, carrying the flip flop. He looked at the flip flop and said that if did belong to my attacker, the thief could have been a man or a woman, judging by size. I then realized the vendor sold swim suits and sandals. I looked down at my socks, loaded with sand from the beach. The vendor didnt have my size, so I bought a pair of leather rainbow sandals that were very much oversized. I took off the sandy socks and stowed them in my pocket after shaking out as much sand as I could.
After the security guard arrived, I described my clogs and what had happened, but it was clear there was nothing anyone could do. I thanked everyone and began making my way home, trying not to trip or lose a sandal. I turned and looked to the horizon. I missed the sunset.