(This piece is my contribution to the muses at http://thetenthdaughterofmemory.blogspot.com/)
Jimmy was mad. The brown shoes had invaded his corner and he did … not … like … it!
It was hard enough to be a red-headed, formerly employed, street dweller in Paris without having random shoes take over your favourite corner.
(Note: Don’t ever call Jimmy a ‘carrot top’, ‘loafer’ or ‘bum’. It will drop you in shit so deep you’ll scare off skunks for months.)
He’d gone off to look sad in his third-favourite corner, the one on Rue Gassendi where the nice lady with the purple poodle would sometimes drop a Euro in his tattered hat. (He kept his nice hat for Sundays in the Jardin des Tuileries.)
Jimmy wasn’t French, otherwise his name would have been Gemmes or Jaime or something equally Frenchified. He had followed a girl to Paris from London; unfortunately she decided, upon reflection, that she wasn’t quite as impressed with a tall, red-headed Englishman as she thought she was and went off with a short, black-headed Frenchman, leaving Jimmy quite beside himself and without a dime to his name. (He had left his job for her, you see.)
When Jimmy returned to his favourite corner that Wednesday and found the shoes in it, he didn’t think they were French either. Too brown … too practical … and much too unfashionable. At first he thought that they belonged to his competitor down the road, Crazy Carl. But even Crazy Carl had more fashion sense than that. Besides, he usually left his pants lying around, not his shoes.
Then Jimmy thought that a cat-burglar might have left them there when he decided to scale the wall and break in to someone’s apartment; so he stood back and craned his neck up to see if he could see a window that looked as if it had been broken into. Nope … nothing.
He scratched his head and scratched his nose and felt altogether put out.
“Well, there is nothing to it. We’ll just have to share it then,” he addressed the shoes as he slid his cardboard box closer and cuddled up.
“But this corner is now officially demoted to fourth-favourite!”
#1 by 10thDoM on November 24, 2011 - 6:19 pm
Hey Celia, good to see you aboard. Make sure you read the rules, read the other entries, leave a comment and most importantly – vote. The voting post goes up on the 26th but we don’t remind you individually.. We suggest you put us in your RSS feed or reader so that you receive the reminders. Welcome. Nice effort.
#2 by Celia on November 28, 2011 - 12:17 pm
Thanks for the welcome, much appreciated!
#3 by hvninhell on November 25, 2011 - 12:01 pm
Oh fun! Enjoyed this! The ending cracked me up!
#4 by Tom on November 25, 2011 - 1:14 pm
ha. “shit so deep…” like the bog of eteranal stench? back later to peruse more posts when I’m more awake
#5 by PattiKen on November 26, 2011 - 6:16 am
I like the way you turn a phrase. I found myself wishing there were more: how’d the offending shoes get there; whatever will our hero do?
#6 by Bimbimbie on November 26, 2011 - 12:38 pm
Hehe, love your take on the shoes lowering the tone somewhat for Jimmy’s once favourite corner.
#7 by Harnett-Hargrove on November 28, 2011 - 7:58 am
Nice slice of street life. It can be strange how one ‘marks’ territory … pieces of themselves to come back for and gather up at a later time. -J
#8 by InsideJourneys on November 28, 2011 - 9:46 am
#9 by Celia on November 28, 2011 - 12:18 pm
Thanks everyone, it was fun writing it. I’m looking forward to the next muse!
#10 by JeffScape on November 28, 2011 - 1:43 pm
Welcome to 10thDoM!
#11 by PattiKen on November 30, 2011 - 1:07 am
Thanks for participating in 10thD0M! I just thought you’d like to know that you came in second in the voting. That’s excellent for your first time! I took me months before I placed in the top three. I hope you’ll continue to join in. 😉
#12 by Celia on November 30, 2011 - 9:25 am
Thanks for the feedback, I’ve enjoyed writing it and will definitely be back for more!
#13 by Thomas Davis on December 5, 2011 - 11:29 am
What a short, short story! Fantastic.