It was another stifling hot day of 37 degrees. The only breeze came infrequently and just felt like a blast of hot air from an open oven door. I was struggling on my way back from the local supermarket (although there is nothing ‘super’ about its over-inflated prices and rotting fruit and veg laughably on display). As I crossed the road, sweat trickling from all over my body, I spotted the abandoned sandals at the side of the road: White in colour, Scholl in brand. On closer inspection the sole of one was split. I’m no Jessica Fletcher but I’ll wager that’s the reason they were discarded – although I do wonder how the shoeless owner walked home along the litter strewn, furnace hot pavements…
Nicky Cee August 19, 2020