I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...
He beams as he enters the deserted locker room with bolt cutters
in tow, for hidden treasures lurk behind the many flimsy metal doors. The blades
slice through the first lock. He finds inside a pair of Adidas that smell like
a dead rat wrapped in Munster. He reaches to touch one of the sneakers. The
shoe’s history flickers through his mind. On tennis courts, pavement, hardwood
floors. Scuff marks and stains disappear. A familiar burning courses through
his veins. His hand shakes as the shoe reverts to its former state. He releases
the now brand new shoe and drops to the bench, exhausted. It promises to be a
long night.
