brown shoes

he couldn’t have been over 16, but he had the fashion sense of an unsocialized chess grand master.  (or at least how i imagine a grand master to dress themselves.)  kinky curls.  pocket protector in a tighly tucked polo shirt. kakhis clutched high above his waistline.  sepia and snowcolored wingtip oxfords too big for his feet. too big for him in general.

his tenor complains lingered on the street as he quicktight stepped down the sidewalk alongside his black-clad female friend.  he was clearly unsatisfied with the service at the cafe. perhaps he had hoped for a bit more precocity in the staff. or more expeditious assistance. but, certainly, he had hoped for a trifle more respect.


2 Responses to “brown shoes”

  1. 1 paul April 14, 2009 at 10:44 am

    hahaahah. best first line ever.

  2. 2 Momma April 14, 2009 at 5:40 pm

    you are very good at writing! proud of you.

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