They were worn, the soles almost falling off and holes surrounding the sides. They were never ‘posh’ but life sure got ahold of them. Dirt lined the sides of them and several conspicuous bite marks in the side suggested a fight to the average eye. And they were right, in a certain point of view.

The laces were always untied, in some sort of spite. Or perhaps it’s the fact that the shoes are already tight enough to begin with. No money to afford new ones, or no time?

They were slippery to walk in because the bottoms were so worn down. Rough terrain and rocks must’ve scraped the top layer of rubber off. Perhaps a camper or maybe a hiker. Or maybe something more.

(I’ll finish this later I wanna keep my streak lol)