Flop

On my long drive home from work, I pass through a former army base, now deserted. Grass grows over foundations, fences hold back broken trees from the old ice storm, people walk their dogs. Just as you pass over a new bridge with wrought iron lamp posts, you come up a big hill towards civilization. Right at the apex of two roads, I saw it.

It was one flip flop, in the middle of the road. I noticed it. The next day, it was still there, and so on for several days. Each day that I saw it, I thought more and more about it, the mystery behind it... why did one lone flip flop ended up without its mate lying in the center of the road?

Was someone dangling their feet out the back of a pickup truck, and it fell off? Did someone throw it out the car window in a brother/sister backseat spat? Did it fall out of the gym bag of someone on a bike?

The road begs mystery, with a little loneliness and despair. I continue to think how sad it is that something so necessary in a pair is now alone, by itself, its partner gone. Flop.