Writing Prompt: On the sidewalk
Oof, so heavy. Dark. A shoe falls, no crushes, me. It's the fat man with
the big shadow. He comes every day at this time, and then again at
night which is sometimes dark and other times light depending on how hot
or cold I feel. His shoes change too, but not his thumping gait. He is a
monster of a man. Not like the light little tapping lady that skitters
along after him. Her heels are delightfully clicky. She brings out my
glitter, makes it sound better. And her little prints are so pretty. She
has a lot more of them than him. Her shadow is a lot shorter.
I don't like the gum. It feels thick and it never comes off, instead
it wares into me until it is mistaken for something more solid. The
only good news is that once in a while the person with the huge heavy
tail that squirts water washes it off. That's the best really, when all
the patches of people, their weight, clicks, clods and shadows go away
and it's just the one with the water, sloughing off everything that
isn't genuinely me.
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