The Shoe Store

The shoe store has been around for years, you can smell that musty stench coming from god knows where. Behind the counter is an old guy barely old enough to hold up his own suspenders, so you ask yourself; why is he still working at this particular store? Its not like people get their broken shoes glued up and fixed anymore.

This old guy has a few random strays of hair on his head, if you looked close enough you could probably count 3 maybe 4 at the most, he has a hunched back and mumbles to himself in polish when he doesn’t like the one rude customer he gets every three years but he still likes to mumble to himself to pass the time.

Lets call this old guy Larry, just so you have an understanding. Larry is a real quiet guy, he likes to reminisce on the past, he likes his mind to linger on the dreams he wanted to fulfill. Larry is 89 now, but he has a mind like 20 year old, its his body that slows him down, he likes to whistle when he gawks a beautiful girl pass by but clearly that gets him nowhere. Larry has done business since he was 23, his father was a business man in Poland and so was his fathers father and he decided to carry on the tradition to honor his father.

Larry sits in his musty store, counting the two dollars and eighty something’s cents he got in the last three hours, he likes to think he’s making a difference in the world one shoe at a time but like every great thing, he knows very well his Shoemaker Shoe Store will have to come to an abrupt halt very soon. His wrists hurt with carpel tunnel and his heart aches of loneliness.
As the seemingly old Larry slouches down on his wood chair reflecting back on his shoe making career, he knows this is the end of the road for him, with 3 strains of hair left he mumbles to himself in polish once more.
“I’m done here”

VIA: S&SS