One Shoe Left Behind

He was gone, one shoe left behind collecting dust in the closet.

A slap of heel against the threshold and the door slam behind, sounds she remembered as he slipped into the dense dark of night, the emptiness lingering in the hollows of her eyes.

He looked back as she steadied the scope on the rifle. A little to the right and an explosion ripped through murky sky.

“Must have been a car backfiring,” she told the cop when she took his parka and hung it in the closet above the one shoe left behind.

This post is in response to the Five Sentence Fiction prompt “zombies.”

17 Comments One Shoe Left Behind

  1. Pingback: Lauren Salkin

      1. Jayne

        We constantly revise, don’t we? Step away from it for a day or so. And visit the other writers that linked up at FSF. I’m always blown away and inspired by the diversity. I’ll check out the link. Thanks.

  2. June O'Hara

    I love this, Lauren! LOVE. The emptiness lingering in the hollows of her eyes…the whole thing. I’m really impressed.

    1. Lauren

      Thank you, June.

      Your comment was so wonderful to read after fighting with alleged free online grammar checkers for the past 1/2 hour. The last one I tried would have bankrupted me.

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