The long forgotten black plastic baby slipper. it had no sister. just one. alone. It's surprisingly clean like it was never worn. It kind of makes you think about the story behind the baby shoe. It reminds me of a story in an english class. a short story. the shortest story ever written.

It goes like this...

Baby shoes.

For sale.

Never worn.

There are so many possibilities to the story. and it kind of makes me sad. because here is a perfectly shaped baby shoe in all it's black sunday baby shoeness.