They are shining now, and making a beautiful noise as I walk along a slick wet pavement. Click clack click clack, they sing out in happiness as they join me for my daily stroll. If my shoes could speak to me they would tell me - as they do have a tongue - “We are partners; amigos having our daily adventures together.”
But their days are numbered.
In the not so distant future, these shoes will spend their last moments - a tear creeping from an eyelet - looking up at me from the bottom of a rubbish bin. They will wonder as the lid slams shut, leaving them in darkness, if shoes with worn out soles – have souls?