Stealing Alex’s Clogs

Author – MC

“…but my god, Amy is such a bitch, I could strangle her.”

Matt had already tuned out from Laura’s usual lunch conversation- how much she hated X other girl. It was different every day. Matt could never keep track of her ‘hit list’ though, because it was during this time that Matt got a peek around at today’s sightings. Ever since he’d come to college and eaten lunch in the cafeteria, he had used the location to people-watch. More accurately, he watched their shoes.
He wasnt really sure when he’d come by this curiosity… ok fine it was a little bit of an obsession. But he couldnt help but stare when he saw a pair of shoes he liked. Usually these were of the backless variety… and if someone happened to have their shoe come off, that was a special treat.

Sure lots of girls wore backless shoes and sandals, but what was unique about college was that some guys wore shoes like that too, especially when the weather was warmer. Guys in leather flip flops would slap along and draw his attention, and some guys wore those adidas slides… they were more interesting because you could pair them with socks. He preferred there to be socks.
But today, something new walked into the caf. Matt’s gaze trailed down a long pair of slim fitted jeans to the suede Birkenstock clogs at their cuffs. Matt could see all the way across the room the light gray socks peeking through from his heels. Most college guys didnt own shoes like that. There must be something unique about him, perhaps a more relaxed personality? Sometimes Matt even wore clogs with a wood sole that had a little bit of a heel. They were intriguing.
Laura had paused her prattling. He was doing it again. Did he honestly think she never noticed that he always looks at people’s shoes? And often times -guys-. And if he’s gay that doesn’t matter to her, but they are BEST FRIENDS. She was entitled to know what this is about.
She followed his eyes. Alex is wearing clogs again… and Matt is staring.

“Clogs.” She says, manner-of-fact.
“What?”
“They’re called clogs, Matt.”

“I know what they’re called.” Matt hadn’t stopped looking at brown suede. Their wearer was walking now, and they were either too big or ill-fitted, because his heels were lifting up very far… how did he not walk out of them? WAIT. She had noticed him staring. He made eye contact with her, then looked down, embarrassed.

Laura smirked. “Don’t feel bad. You should have told me you had a little fetish.”
“It’s not a-”
“What is it then, Mr. Kinky Matt?”

He had no answer.

Matt gave her a stern look as under the table he felt one of Laura’s very on-trend high heel clogs lift up the cuff on his left ankle. His leg recoiled and he felt Laura’s clog fall off and onto the top of his foot, then clattering to the tiled floor. She laughed under her breath, proud of herself for having discovered this new information.
Matt got his revenge by corralling her shoe between his boots and pulling it where she couldnt reach. She frowned and as she fumbled around trying to get it back, his attention was back on that guy’s feet. They were walking in his direction. Oh shit. He heard the open heels scuff along as he dragged the loose clogs along. Matt’s stare was locked again.

And that’s when this guy and his friends sat down at the table next to them.
Thankfully, Laura was tactful enough not to embarass him publicly. And she lowered her voice when she noticed that Alex and his clogs had come to sit near them. Alex crossed his long legs and one of the clogs slipped down to dangle on the end of his foot. She wondered if Matt had a boner… then the slight hue of red in his cheeks answered her question.
Matt felt Laura grab his hand. He stopped staring and looked her in the eye as she leaned forward. She was making sure that guy didnt notice.
“Alex is going to that party tonight.”
“Who?”
She darted her eyes to the guy in the clogs, and back to Matt.
“Oh…”
“Let’s take his clogs.” She wore a devilish grin.
“WHAT?!”
She hushed him. “I’ve done it before, it’s so easy. People leave their shoes at the door or something and I just… put on the ones I like when I leave.”
“No, no that’s…” Matt started to say it was crazy, but then he realized how tempting the idea was… He wanted to do it.
And Laura could tell she was about to have a partner in crime.

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That night, there was a complication. People weren’t leaving their shoes at the door. As things got more exciting, a few girls had ditched their heels so they could walk, but Alex’s clogs had stayed on his feet… mostly. Matt’s heart rate pounded when one clog got kicked off in his direction as Alex moved through a tight crowd.

Matt wanted to snatch it up, but froze. He watched intently over his drink as Alex hobbled over in one gray sock and, laughing with the girls who watched this happen, slipped his foot back inside. Matt was hard as a rock, and Laura gave him a knowing pat on the shoulder.
“Hang in there, guy. Take your chance when you get it.”
What happened next Matt never really did understand. Laura ambled over to Alex and twirled her blonde hair as she said something in his ear. Whatever it was, it made the rest of the girls giggle, Alex smile and he whispered something to his friend. Matt thought his name was… Eric?
Eric and Matt made their way to an open couch in the room. As the whole group of girls watched intently, Eric pushed Alex onto the arm of the couch. Alex’s feet hung off the ground.
Suddenly, Eric moved on Alex and sat facing him on his lap, their lips pressed together. The group of girls cheered excitedly. The sudden movement caused Alex to start falling backward onto the couch, and, as Matt watched agape, both of Alex’s clogs dropped off of his feet.
In the excitement, a crowd formed around the couch to watch the guys make out. It was all too easy for Matt to slip to the end of the couch and snatch up the clogs. The shoes in his hands, he made eye contact with Laura, who was texting him. He left the room with his prize and looked at his phone: “i think its time for u to leave ;)”
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When Matt got in his car, he couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped out of his chelsea boots and tossed them in the passenger seat. He slipped his socked feet into Alex’s clogs one foot at a time. They were very roomy; Alex’s feet were larger than his. They were still warm.
Matt lifted his right foot slightly, just to see what it felt like. The clog slipped down his foot, exposing the blue ankle socks he had worn under his leather boots. Matt’s foot trembled with excitement and the soft suede slipped off the end of his toes.

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Hay Ride

Author – MC

It was a cool night in October. The forecast was clear, so it was an ideal night to take part in a traditional harvest time tradition- the hay ride. In a fairly small university town where there is not much to do, the local hay rides get a lot of traffic, especially as you approach Halloween.
Alex often joined the same group of friends for weekend activities, whether it was out to bars for a night of drinks or just to hang. He had never been on a hay ride though, having been from the city. When he got the call to meet up with his friends, he slipped on a pair of open-back, brown leather clogs with a wood sole and walked out the door, giving no thought to last night’s rain or the outdoors destination.
Matt worked the ticket line at the hay ride. It was an easy, seasonal job that only ran for a little over a month. The only downside, really, was the mud. With all the foot traffic, the waiting area for boarding the carts became very messy. Matt didnt mind though. He kind of liked the feeling of the mud tugging at his shoes.
He began to wear a pair of loose, brown low wallabee-style shoes which were large enough to allow his heels to lift up when he walked. They would get stuck in the mud and it was fun to have to pull his heavy low boots out of the muck. It was a good thing he didnt have to walk or run very much for this job. He was sure if he ever needed to run he would leave his shoes behind, stuck in the ground.
Matt also enjoyed watching the ride patrons who had chosen the wrong footwear to wear to this event. Too often he watched people try to walk from the bleachers where patrons waited to board to the cart while wearing flip-flops or slides. He couldn’t help the feeling of excitement as he watched a guy or girl struggle to keep on their sandals until at last the unsecure footwear is lost in the muck, only to have the owner fish them out and board the cart barefoot.
Then came the night Alex came to the hay ride. Matt stared secretly as Alex approached in his clogs and took a nearby seat on the bleachers, waiting to be called to board a cart. Working security, Matt had an excellent vantage point to watch as Alex momentarily slipped his socked feet out of the clogs, which had managed to stay relatively free of mud to this point. Unable to help himself, Matt moved in underneath the bleachers.
At a closer look, Matt discovered that the clogs were secured by a buckled leather strap that tightened across the top of the foot. Above, Alex was chatting with his friends, and none of them could see him under the bleachers in the dark. Matt wondered if he could unfasten the buckles without him noticing… He would surely lose them among the deep muddy path.
Before Matt could do anything, Alex moved his feet back to the clogs, placing his toes upon the end of the heel. He was holding them down securely enough… Matt carefully pushed the end of the strap on the right shoe through the buckle. With a tug, the pin came out of the strap and the clog was made unfastened. Nobody noticed.
Quickly and gently he slipped open the buckle on the left clog and backed into the darkness under the bleachers. Seemingly at that very moment, Matt’s co-worker approached Alex’s group to ferry them toward a cart that was nearly full from boarding. The group rose and Alex pushed his feet into the clogs and followed. Matt watched from the shadows.

Alex took his first few steps onto the road, the clogs sinking about an inch into the mud. The stepping motion forward made his foot pull the strap out of the buckle on his right foot first, then the left, and he knew something was wrong with his shoes. Matt could tell they had suddenly become VERY loose on his feet. Though, there was no stopping now, as the cart was boarding and so Alex pressed on.
Closer to the cart, the mud became deeper. Alex struggled to walk. Step after step, he tugged his shoes free of sticky mud, trying very hard not to lose one in the process. Matt’s breathing quickened as he looked on. Alex’s left foot sank deep, and from the bleachers Matt could see that a bit of mud had wicked onto the exposed heel of Alex’s light gray sock.
Alex tried to move through this step quicker, but the clog stayed stuck fast in the deep mud. Alex’s foot pulled up out of the shoe and landed in another spot of mud. He must have been up to his ankle in mud. At this point one of Alex’s friends turned and noticed his predicament. Matt heard him laugh. “Wrong shoes, dude.”
As the group was boarding, there was no time for Alex to do anything else… he slipped the muddy sock back into the clog and pulled upward. With a squelch the clog came free from the muck. He nearly had flung the shoe from his foot with the motion, but managed to catch it on the end of his toes before it flew off.
Another few steps and the right clog got stuck, but Alex caught himself before he stepped down. He stood on one foot for a moment, looking back to see where the lost clog was so he could slip his foot back inside.
Finally Alex reached the cart. He was the last to take a seat on the cart, placed on the very end of the flatbed. The only seat available, he had to ride with his feet hanging from the edge of the cart. It was only now that he could see that his straps were unbuckled, and as he sat himself on the edge of the hay cart, he realized that his shoes were too loose for him to keep them secure, but the mud had covered the vacant buckles so completely that there was nothing he could do about it but try to hang on. A gate was secured on the back of the wagon, and Alex was now stuck in his position with his feet dangling off the end of the cart.
An attractive girl was seated next to him, her feet also hanging. Alex noticed she was wearing a pair of black Birkenstocks, the model with one thin strap. Mud lined the outside of her sandals and in a few places her light blue ankle socks were stained brown from the wet earth. At the same time, she took stock of Alex’s muddy clogs. She smiled weakly. “We wore the wrong shoes.”
Alex smiled back, but his smile faded as the hay cart began to move. The mud and old wooden wheel design made the ride very bumpy. His right clog slipped down his foot to the end of his toes. Next to him, the bumpiness had made the same thing happen to both sandals on the girl next to him. She fought to flex her toes upward and keep them hanging on her feet. “Shit!”
Alex gripped hard with his left foot, attempting to hold the more secure of the pair in place. However, the slick mud between his foot and the wooden sole made for poor traction, and with the loose fit created by the opened strap, nothing was there to stop Alex’s clog from falling from his foot and into the muddy ground moving under the cart. Both Alex and the girl gasped. The cart rolled over something, likely a rock. The cart bumped in response, and her sandals were flung off too. As the cart moved on, they could do nothing but watch their shoes drift away into the distance.
After a moment, the pair looked at each other and shared a hushed laugh. Looking down, they saw Alex’s remaining clog hanging dangerously close to the end of his foot. She reached her foot over to the nearby hanging leg, and touched gently under Alex’s exposed heel. She flicked her foot suddenly downward and knocked off his dangling clog.
“I’m Alex,” she said coyly.
“…Me too,” he said with a smirk.
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Later, they returned to the places where their shoes had fallen off. But standing ankle deep in the mud, their socks turned brown, they found nothing except the obvious indents in the soft ground where the shoes had impacted and the deep footprints of the one who had taken them.

An unwitting participant 

Author – John Salt

Over the last few years I’ve developed a ‘Thing’ for wearing only one shoe. I like to remove, or pretend to lose my right shoe, and wander around displaying one socked foot. But – I’ve only ever done this alone and in the privacy of my own home. I’ve never dared do this in public for fear it would be considered very odd. Until a few nights ago …

It occurred to me that an ex-girlfriend might be the perfect audience for a one-shoe display. She is one of life’s more innocent creatures – someone who wouldn’t think it odd or ask too many questions.

Even so, I thought I needed a plausible reason for why I, as a guest in her house, would be in full Cinderella mode. I hatched my plan, and on the prearranged night drove over to see her.

I knocked on her door and, as she opened it to greet me, I entered grimacing with a very pronounced limp. She was full of sweet and genuine concern, asking what had happened?

“I’ve strained my back and hurt my right foot!”

“You poor thing! How?”

“The back was trying to lift something heavy a couple of days ago. The foot was slipping down the stairs first thing this morning. It’s really painful.” 

“Your foot?” 

I nodded, grimacing, standing there in her hallway mostly balancing on my left leg. 

“Do you think you’ve broken it? Have you seen a doctor?”

“No – its not broken. Just badly bruised. It doesn’t actually hurt too much without a shoe.”

“Well do you want to take your shoe off then? You should if it helps.”

“I would, but I’m not sure my back will let me bend down that far.”

“I’ll do it for you. Can’t have you in pain all evening.” She quickly knelt down in front of me as I leaned against the wall and gingerly offered my right leg forward. She took my right black shoe in one hand and raised the leg of my jeans slightly to expose the laces – and began to untie them. With the laces loosened she instructed “Tell me if this hurts. I’ll go gently.” And slowly, almost imperceptibly, she gently began to slide the shoe down off my heel, and then towards her to gradually reveal a turquoise sock with black reinforced toes. “There – how’s that?”

“Much better. Thanks!” I replied.I was excited. I looked down at her as she knelt in front of me, still clutching my shoe. She smiled – “Good, I am pleased.” She stood up and suggested “Why don’t we go through to the lounge? I’ll bring your your shoe.”

“No, don’t bother, leave it here.” I suggested, motioning to the hall table. 

She did as I suggested and began to lead the way, turning occasionally to watch me as I as took careful steps alternately on my right socked foot and left shoed foot. She commented that my limp was less dramatic without my shoe.

In the lounge we sat beside each other on the sofa. I crossed my right leg over my left to fully display my right socked foot. We talked, catching up on each other’s news. We talked for a good two and a half hours … and Cinderella loved every minute of it. Here I sat, in attractive company, minus my shoe. My right shoe was gloriously out of reach in the hall. But all good things must come to an end, and finally it was time to go. We stood, and I followed her back to the hallway.

She pointed to my shoe on the table “What do you want to do about that? Do you want me to try and put it back on again for you?”

“No thanks. I’ll carry it.” I picked up my shoe and found it fitted into my jacket pocket. “Thank you for a lovely evening.” 

“Thank you for coming to see me – its been a while. What are you doing on Saturday? Perhaps we could do something if your foot’s better?”

“Perhaps we could do something even if my foot’s not better!” I responded with enthusiasm. “Provided you don’t mind me looking like Cinderella!”

“I don’t mind at all, Cinderella!” 

We kissed goodnight and I departed. She stood in the doorway watching me walk to my car … my left shoe making the usual footstep noises and my right socked foot perfectly silent. My brain was spinning …. where could we go on Saturday? Where would a man missing a shoe not attract too much attention ….?

The bowling shox

Author – Jonathan

My friends and I always liked to find the hottest new kicks but being from not so well off families we had to find ways to obtain what we wanted.  We wanted it to be fun and at the same time stick it to the ones who could afford those sweet kicks.so we sat around the living room one day thinking of ways to do this.  My friend Roy thought about lifting from gym locker rooms like Gold’s gym. Andy thought about breaking into high school gym lockers. I said how about places were people typically take their shoes off. My friend Tommy mentioned those arcades where they leave shoes in cubbies to play around. We thought about it and said it was probably young kids shoes and we didn’t want that.  We sat quietly for awhile when Roy suddenly yelled out bowling.in our town was a bowling alley frequented by many guys our age and with not much to do in town this place was popular on the weekends.  We decided to make this our first hit. We went on Friday night to check out the scene and there was a lot of people there, private parties, people playing the arcade, etc. Our mission that night was to just check out the place, find the exits, check out the clientele, and determine what kind of shoes they have. That night after we got back to Roy’s house we mentioned all that we saw. This place happened to have 2 easy exits, few cameras, and the seats were positioned where it was easy to grab shoes from underneath.  Andy witnessed a few teens and young adults wearing the latest Nikes and Jordans, we made our plan to go back on Saturday, split up, get what we could and meet back at Roy’s house. We got there around 8 pm Saturday night and what luck they were doing that disco bowling which made it even easier to grab, since it was so dark. My three friends went about their business. I looked across the alley and I saw a group of guys and girls  probably on their dates. I walked by to see what they had. I saw a pair of flats, sandals, new balance. Boots, and a pair of Nike shox. The only interesting pair there were the shox and luckily it was between the side seat and where you pick up  the bowling ball from the rack. I snuck down pretending to look for a ball when I snatched those Nikes and stuffed them into my jacket. I quickly got out of there with the thrill still causing my heart to pump fast.  I thought I was fast in there but I was the last one to get back to Roy’s.  Tommy and Andy both said they chickened out and left 5 minutes after arriving,  Roy threw down on the table a beatup pair of Reebok. What the hell we all said.I got nervous and picked up the closest thing. It was a men’s sz 8 which was way too small and they were ugly too. I threw the Nikes I grabbed and they were in awe. It was a nice pair of Nike shox sz 12 in great condition and what was even better was the money stuffed into the right shoe.  A nice pair of shoes and 25 bucks. This was our first grabs as a team. This was many years ago and we have moved apart since then but I’ll always remember our first.

Post bowling blues

Author – Nicholas

Casey was on the school bowling team, one of the best players on his team. His team is at their local bowling alley for one of the first matches of the year, he comes prepared with his own equipment including a bowling ball, glove, and a pair of bowling shoes. After several hours of playing, Casey and his team won the match but by a slight margin due to a teammate suffering from a cold thus having his performance suffer. Nice game, said John, a friend of Casey. If I were on the varsity team we would have won in a landslide, said Gina, a fellow teammate from the jv team. Alright ladies and gentlemen lets get on the bus and get going said the coach. Everyone started packing up and slowly made their way to the buses. 

At times the students will bring their own clothes to change into once their games are over with instead of having to wait until they get back to the school. Casey waved off his friends saying I’ll be on board soon, but they were all talking to one another and left to wait for the bus to leave would usually sits around for 11 or 12 minutes. Casey grabs his normal clothes and proceeds to go to the restroom to change in a stall, he leaves his bowling shoes behind to prevent the bottoms from getting ruined (as bowlers know, its a common thing to not wear them around anywhere other than on the bowling lane).

As he returns he packs his team clothes in his backpack and is about to put on his sneakers but there’s a problem, he seems to have misplaced them. “Oh no you’re kidding me” he mumbles, he searches underneath all the seats his team and the opposing team had played but to no luck. He grunts and figures maybe one of his teammates may have pulled a prank and figures they will return them to him on the bus. Cut to the bus and its moving down the street, Gina asks where Casey is at. “Oh he said he’ll meet us back at school I think, his parents are picking him up”. Cut back to Casey as he see’s the bus make a turn down the road and onto the highway, he’s now been left at the alley shoeless. “Great, just great” He re-enters the alley to see if he can make a phone call to a family member seeing as how his parents were on a vacation celebrating their yearly anniversary. He makes one call after another, first his aunt who’s only 10 minutes away and then a few of his cousins who were a little further than that although only the answering machine would repeat to leave a message. 

Nightfall was approaching and the alley would soon close, so instead of waiting for someone to pick him up “I’m walking” he said to himself. As he left the front end employee asked “Yo where are your shoes boy?” “I’m guessing on my bus” said Casey. He walked out and began walking home, carrying a heavy backpack of clothing and equipment and having nothing on his feet other than some white ankle socks which were sure to get dirty on his way home which he imagined to take up about 50 minutes to an hour to walk. 

Just a few minutes into him walking he became saddened and frustrated that his sneakers were stolen, by prank or theft it mattered little.Just then Casey felt something hit his face, as he looks up at the dark clouds above he yelled out a loud NOOOOO and it began to rain. Casey hurried to find some shelter to keep him dry and he found his way to a convenient store that would provide him some shelter. As he ran in he was greeted by the owner “need any help my young friend?” “Ah well, I mean… no no I’m fine thanks”

Casey thought maybe holding out inside the store until the rain would dissipate, but the owner approached again “Stores closing soon, If you want something you best hurry up.” Casey placed his backpack down and walked around the store picking up a snack bar and a drink, as he was though he slipped around slightly due to his socks gracing across the slippery floor (both from the style of it and from the rain that hit him). “Where are your shoes boy” the owner asked. “I dont wear any” he joked. The owner seemed to get mad and approached him saying “See that sign? No shirt, no shoes, no service. Now get out!” He pushed Casey out as he was trying to explain his situation.

The owner shoves him out and calls him a bum and locks the door. As Casey runs to find another place to take shelter under he realizes he left his backpack at the store “dammit” he said. He ran back to the store and while it was closed he searched for a possible way in to at least retrieve his belongings. He see’s the owner drive off in his car and makes his move to re enter the store. He finds a back window that had been left open and jumps up through it. He moves in and finds his stuff, but as he does a car pulls up and he realizes its the owner who had came back. Casey frantically runs back to where he entered and runs back out where he came. As he crawls through the window the shop owner opens the front door only to see a set of wet footprints trailing to the back of the store “Thieves, you best not hope I find you”. Before he returns to the back of the store he see’s a familiar figure run across the front of the store. He immediately calls the police and says that he has been robbed.

Cut back to Casey who’s running as fast as he can back home. A few minutes later he’s back at his school and the only thing between him and home is the football field and another neighborhood. Just them blue and red lights begin to flash and a loud voice says to him “Get on the ground” Casey does so but asks what he did. “We got a call that a store owner say you break in and steal some stuff of his” “I stole nothing sir I swear, please just look”. After some light arguing the officer realizes the boy was telling the truth and makes a call in saying it was a simple mistake. The officer looks at Casey and asks him “Now what is a kid doing walking in the rain without shoes?” Casey looks down at his socks and says “Well… It’s a long story” “Well I can offer a ride home for you and you can tell me on the way” said the officer. Casey shed a brief smile and said okay.