Running With No Shoes had been a firm favourite amongst the other members of the tribe; his light-hearted and carefree attitude setting him apart from the other, more serious elders. So when, aged 87, he had run into the woods one rainy night, no one batted an eyelid.

In fact it wasn’t until the following Thursday when someone spotted his shoes, perfectly positioned to the west upon the porch, that the village realised he hadn’t returned. The shoes have never been moved since; a mark of respect to a friend that ran barefoot and wide-eyed wherever the wind took him.


Submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers. It’s been a while since I’ve put words down on this here blog. Hopefully this will wake me up from my slumber.

20 thoughts on “Run

    1. MrBinks says:

      Thank you, it’s nice to be back. The last month has seen me become a daddy again so very little time for thinking or breathing let alone writing.

      Was a good choice of photo this week.

  1. sustainabilitea says:

    Congratulations, Dad, and welcome back. I’ll be missing the next two weeks in order to celebrate Christmas with family and friends. I enjoyed your story very much. Merry Christmas to you and yours.


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