Yellow shoes

Today. 4 p.m. Strong heat. Laughter inside. Maybe even tears. Tears of joy. One, two, one, two…hop…one, two, one, two…Shiny, yellow, round edged shoes stepping off the side walk, jumping over a square sewer and then proudly laying one in front of the other. Two seconds later, the right one stops, pushes on its lid, grazing the concrete and then turns, wheeling the left shoe along. Another two seconds. Quick twist, both facing the lateral side. Their position? At about 20 centimeters and trembling. Then a jump. They fly in a blowing pace, clash with a green aluminum surface and slip. The left bangs a bald head. The right one falls silently on the ground, still dressing Sigrid’s leg.

multe greseli, foarte posibil :P