Shoes by Brian Thomson
Lindy ran into her parent’s bedroom.
Panting excitedly she surveyed the empty room.
The curtains?
Her mother’s wardrobe?
She slid under the bed.
Boxes, dust and spiders.
She wasn’t afraid.
Someone came in. She recognised her brother’s black trainers.
He went to the curtains.
The wardrobe.
Lindy stifled her giggles with her hankie.
The mattress sagged as he rifledthe bedclothes.
He left.
Little Betty’s pink sandals replaced him.
Less diligent than her brother, she soon moved on.
Laughter from the landing.
Someone else.
Her father’s suede shoes.
She froze.
After a moment, he turned to the door.
And closed it.
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