Shoes: A storybook

Storybook: Shoes
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Shoes
The young, tousled dark haired man walked painfully into the operating room. Taking off his worn blue officers’ hat, he stepped up to the small, iron bed. All he could see of the woman were her cold, blue feet, for the rest of her body was covered in a white sheet. The man bowed his head.
“Officer Franklin, you have a call from the police department.” An older nurse had walked into the room, and she sported a phone with the cord dragging in from the hallway. He walked over to the nurse, smiled a small, crooked smile and took the phone. The nurse walked back down the hallway, and pressed the “up” button for the elevator.
“Hello?”
“Hey Dave, how is she?” A voice from the other end asked, and Dave knew him to be the police chief at the Pocatello Police Department in Idaho, where he worked. Dave knew him as Chief Bowdon, or just plain Ben.
“Well, she was homeless, and living on the streets. When she had been crossing the walkway at Fremont and 7th, it had been raining, and a car couldn’t stop when she ran and slid down the street. The car hit her.”
“How’d she slip?” Ben inquired.
“She wasn’t wearing any shoes.”

Dave took a taxi ride that took about twenty minutes to the apartment complex where he lived. Dave was a good looking guy, but he was still single, so he didn’t need all the extra space in a house. He paid the taxi driver, and grabbed his umbrella. It was still raining, it never seemed to stop.
That night, he couldn’t seem to get the girl who had died off his mind. She had been homeless, as he had told Ben, but he had a feeling that it was his fault. He didn’t know why, but he felt like he could have done something to keep that woman living, though he was at the other side of town at the time.
After a sleepless night, Dave arose again to find that it was Saturday, Christmas shopping day, as he had his siblings and parents to buy gifts. He made his way toward the local shopping center, a place for teens and moms to indulge in themselves, not for men to buy Christmas gifts, he thought. After looking through several stores, he saw the Santa Claus guy, ringing his bell in front of a basket people put money in to go toward others in need. He didn’t think much about the guy, and walked straight into the next store with Christmas sales signs in it.

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The store was massive and filled with mothers running frantically, trying to buy everything in sight. Dave sighed and began his Christmas shopping. Toys of all kinds lined the walls and a cinnamon aroma filled the air. It was FAO Schwarz in New York City. Children ran around with care-free smiles and toys of every sort clutched close and dearly. It was all very festive, but didn't fit Dave's rather morose mood. He walked over to one of the many toy displays and began shopping.

When he was finished and walked out, it began to snow. He decided that he would start walking home, then catch a taxi if he got tired. It hadn't snowed since last year and to see the tiny flakes glide down to earth was enough to brighten Dave's mood ever so slightly. The cool touch of a snowflake on his cheek kept him moving through the large city of New York.

While he was walking through an alleyway, a young woman approached him. She seemed to be in her 20's and had a pretty face, yet was covered in filth. Her clothes were tattered and worn and her dirty hair was pulled back into a bun by a piece of cloth. Her face was caked in mud that hid her beauty beneath it all and her nails were covered in grime, as well.

She seemed to be in a drunken daze, but that was not so. She was cold, tired and almost lifeless. She stumbled towards him and the first thing Dave noticed about her were her feet. They were cracked, frozen and blue, but that's not exactly what he noticed. She had no shoes.

As she stumbled towards him he walked slowly towards her as well. She seemed on the verge of death from Dave's eyes. She finally tripped and he rushed over and caught her before she fell to the rough pavement. Her breathing seemed labored in his arms and he gently lowered her to the ground. She had snowflakes scattered through her messy bun and stuck on her eyelashes and face. Dave stopped staring at her to reach into his pocket, pull out his phone, flip it open and dial the hospital.

"Hang in there." ,he whispered to her. "It's going to be okay." He then thought of the frozen woman from the day before and prayed what he said was true.

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