Eddie's Shoes

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I asked Eddie where he was going. I knew it was fruitless, waiting for the response that would never come.

I watched as he dressed. The cool fabric of his sharkskin pants, the flow of his silk shirt. I still questioned myself, even at that point, whether he had ulterior motives. He was just getting dressed to go get a pack of cigarettes...right? He’d be back.

It was when he pulled out the white leather shoes that I knew the truth. He’d never return. His shoes were meant for walking... walking away.