FREE ESSAY ON A LOST SOLE

A LOST SOLE

Brad Chapman
09/29/99
Creative Writing Block 3
Interior Monologue
Here he comes, my wearer! Oh who am I fooling? He never chooses us. After all, the Doc
Martins are his favorite, and why shouldn't they be, it's the newest trend..blah blah
blah! Why would ANYONE choose me, I'm all faded, a sad sort of red, not to mention the
warn-out sole of my left-sided counterpart. Wait, what's this? He's picking me up, I
can't believe it, he's picking me up. He's picking MEEE up! He's putting me down. Ooh,
he's picking me back up again! Look at me, Doc Martins. HA! You evil shoes, you devil's
footwear! Na-na-na-na-na! My days in the dark are over, and the glorious days of basking
in the sun are just beginning! Now you get to sit at home, all day, all dusty, all alone,
with no one to talk to! Now you shall know the pain and suffering that I've come to bear.
Oh the memory is still so fresh in my mind. Painful moments in the foreground of my mind,
beating me, every moment of everyday like a hammer into wood. God knows why he ever even
considered buying me in the first place. I can still remember the day, he walked in, his
face beaming as a cherubescent angel, and there we were sitting on the third shelf of
that second hand clothing store; he walked right over to us, picked us up and tried us
on. We fit like a glove. Perfect, just what he was looking for! But God knows why he
liked us so, I mean did he like us so much that he would just let us sit here, only to be
worn once every other eternity. If this is what he does to "just what he was looking for"
I wonder what "what he wasn't looking for" is. But why should I complain, today is my
lucky day. Oh here I go! Slipping, Oops caught on the heel! There, fixed. He's lacing me
up! It has been so long, since I have known to learn this feeling, I long for these days!
Finally, my pain and suffering are over! See there, my left-sided counterpart is all
laced up and ready to go. Now we walk to the mirror. Oh how dashing I look, so beautiful.
What a stud! What? Why are you giving me that face? It's very discomforting, very cold.
Why the frown, must is something that wrong? Why are you walking to the bed, we should be
going out the door. YOO-HOO! Wrong Waaaay! No, don't take us off! Why are you so cruel?
You evil human being have you no sympathy? I have feelings too. I've been hurt. 
Looks like it's a Doc Martin day after all.