A Child’s Flip Flop
From my seat on the bus
Held up in heavy traffic for what seems like on eon
Discarded on the urban street
What story could it tell?
One of a clumsy refuse collector maybe -
The rejected shoe escaping as he emptied the bin?
Or a child‘s dropped school bag
At the bus stop - the errant shoe missed
As she gathered up her spilled belongings
Jumping hurriedly on the now-arrived bus?
Maybe even jetsam from a car accident –
Thrown out of the window with the force of the impact?
Or a parent’s ferocious fight that had sprawled out
In to the street,
The flip flop wearing child alternatively
Clinging to her mother’s skirt or
Clawing at her father’s jeans, crying in fear
Wanting one of them to notice her distress
As she stood between them,
Terrified and alone in her anguish
Then being snatched up from the floor
By her still screaming mother
Who threw the flip flop
After the father, as he walked off
Shouting obscenities behind him as he left?
What a story it could tell.
But wait – what’s this?
A little scruffy dog scrambles in view
Scoops up the flip flop like a chew toy in his mouth
Then dashes back to a little boy in holey jeans and wild hair
He pats the dog on the head
Takes the flip flop and throws it again
Watches the dog rush off after it –
As he stands there beaming -
Wearing the remaining garishly green flip flop
© Kate McClelland 2015©