There it is
Almost every morning for the past week I've taken a very late-night-early-morning walk to the 24-hour grocery store to get whatever I was in dire desire of, and almost every one of those mornings, in almost exactly the same place between me and the store, something has been incongruously sat. The other day it was a shopping bag, just this morning it was a pair of shoes. They hadn't been dropped, or fallen out of a bag, they were placed, neatly, right in the middle of the walk, with the heels towards the road and the toes pointing towards the buildings.