Friday, November 16, 2012

My walk home.


My feet slipped and slid.

Damn it. I'm going to kill myself before I make it there.

I should just take them off.

But I have so many blocks to go.

The streets of Queens are not the best for bare feet.

I battle on. It feels so gross.

I call him, hoping he will offer to come and pick me up.

It's not that far, I know. But I'm still hoping.

He just got in himself. He's soaked. To the bone.

But he has the car. He could come and get me.

I'm trying to decide the best route to take.

I keep walking.

Under the train? But what if ...

Thunder booms in the distance.

What choice do I have?

I keep going.

Sticking close to buildings.

Watching my toes slide forward, practically hitting the pavement.

Scraping. Ow.

I hear myself muttering.

It's kind of cathartic, though.

Assuming I don't kill myself.

It really is beautiful.

Cleansing, almost.

My ankle twists to the side.

Seriously!?! I'm going to wind up in a drain.

My hood pulled up, shielding my face from the elements.

Splatters of cold against my cheeks.

It's supposed to be summer! I yell to no one, really.

I stop, wipe my cheeks. My eyes.

Leaning over, I work at clearing them.

Wiping with my sleeve.

I should really take these damned things off.

They're so slippery.

Grasping onto my ankles for dear life.

Skechers.

For real. Summery, once white Skechers.

Ugh. Of all the days.

My toes twist as I use them to hold on.

Digging. Clenching.

I keep walking.

I'm a mess.

I feel it.

I'm this close, though. I have to keep going.

I can see my building.

Work to get the key. Fumble.

But I get it.

I'm inside.

And now, it's time.

To free myself.

I take off my shoes.

Finally sheltered.

And free from the rain.


10 comments:

Banker Chick said...

I really liked your interpretation of rain. It seems very real, is it?

doseofreality said...

Ooooh, I LOVED THIS. Fantastically written, my friend!

I could see it all happening. I felt so anxious for you and so relieved when you reached your home.

Well done!! Lisa

melissa said...

i love this. the way it's written keeps the story flowing fabulously! GREAT JOB!!

Cait said...

I love your style! It's fresh and vibrant. Nice piece.

Sorta Southern Single Mom said...

My romantic side really thought he was going to pull up to the curb!

I had much shorter walk like this in September of 99 when a hurricane came through. I had to get from school to the car and the door closest to my car was flooded out so I had to walk around in pantyhose and bare feet carrying my shoes!

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

Wonderfully written. I definitely didn't want to be in your shoes (ha ha).

Kimberly said...

I absolutely love this.

Carli Alice said...

This is so beautiful. I felt like I was watching you walk in the rain just thinking about how to get out. Since I don't like being in the rain this was so real to me.

Mrs4444 said...

Ah, first world problems....You wrote this beautifully; I enjoyed it (and I'm a teacher, so believe me, it's not always enjoyable.haha).

Cameron said...

Ugh, the long walk home in the rain and the slog with the wrong footwear to boot.

I was kind of hoping he'd pull up, too, but then a little concerned honestly when there was thunder and lightening and under the train... very ominous!

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