SLOP weekly 3 word challenge.

SLOP weekly 3 word challenge.

A discarded shoe,

All alone

In a cobbled street.

Just the one.

Where lies its mate,

Does it choose to walk

The extra mile.

An uneven gait

With one cuban heel

High

Above the other.

A soggy limp

On a wet night.

How did this come to be,

Was it an evening

Of high jinks

Drink and revelry.

A weekend affray,

An escape from the hurly burly.

An uninhibited display

Of wanton lust

That came to nought

As last drinks were bought.

And two surly, burly doormen

Saw him on his way

To a tipsy stumble

In the dark,

Before a walk across

St James’park.

Nobbled knees grazed

Head dazed

Trousers torn

And a blister forming

As his blessed cotton sock

Unravels.

Unless, perchance,

There was a chase,

An uneven fight,

Fear a little late to dawn,

A pool of blood

Turning brown.

Like coal tar.

Slowly curdling,

On old cold stone.

The wintry light

Of a Sunday sun

Illuminating

Left over

City centre hues.

And in the distance,

Blues and twos

On a race to find

A man

With only the clue

Of a single shoe

To go on.

It will not be long

Before they find him

If they take

Just one foot at a time.