FF – Friday Fictioneers – Shoes of the Past – R – Horror

It is time again for Friday Fictioneers hosted by RochelleW.  A full story of 100 words (+/-) based on the photo below is the calling for the day.  After reading my entry (following picture), please click > HERE < to see the rest.  Enjoy!!!

Copyright: Adam Ickes

Shoes of the Past

Scott L Vannatter – 100 Words

Carolyn walked through the dark room guided by sunbeams filtering through dirty skylights.   The jagged splotches of illumination somewhat resembled a checkerboard from hell.  She stopped, noticing a small wooden platform near several large panoramas of early American history.  The platform shone a bit more than the rest of the area and on top sat a pair of empty clod hoppers, farmer’s boots.  They almost seemed in place here in the museum with this exhibit – almost.

Carolyn crept over to the pair and examined them.  Nestled down inside each boot were the remains of a foot.  She drew the berretta.


Thanks for reading another vignette from Carolyn’s story.  I have begun the longer version of the story and began by posting part one last night on my blog.  I hope to see you there.  As a side note – you have no idea how close  I came to calling this “Soles of the Past” 🙂




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  • rgayer55  On December 15, 2013 at 8:56 pm

    I like Soles of the Past. It has a nice ring. You had me going there. I expected her to find dirty socks.


  • liz young  On December 15, 2013 at 12:02 pm

    It’s a long time since I’ve heard the word ‘clodhopper’ used!
    Scary stuff for my first week on FF.


    • kindredspirit23  On December 16, 2013 at 5:21 am

      First week?! I hope you enjoy my longer version of the story I started on my blog Wed.


  • talesfromthemotherland  On December 14, 2013 at 5:00 pm

    Interesting, we’ve intermittently had sneakers and feet washing up on Vancouver, BC beaches for the past few years. No real cues, and no bodies with missing feet. Very intriguing. Your story makes me wonder all of the same things.


  • Björn Rudberg (brudberg)  On December 14, 2013 at 8:01 am

    Oh when finding boots outdoors I almost always expect to find the remains of a foot.. or a black plastic sack floating in the water… and still it happens..


  • EagleAye  On December 13, 2013 at 11:58 pm

    Whoa! That took an unexpected direction. I like it!


  • rochellewisoff  On December 13, 2013 at 7:38 am

    Dear Scott,

    My dad used to say that a pun is the lowest form of pastry.

    Eew, nothing worse than finding foot remains in boots. That would spoil my day at the museum. Good one.




  • readinpleasure  On December 13, 2013 at 7:25 am

    That would be a fine pun! Nice and full of suspense!


  • sustainabilitea  On December 12, 2013 at 1:41 pm

    Scott, go with “Soles of the Past.” I like it!



    • kindredspirit23  On December 12, 2013 at 9:38 pm

      Lol – Can’t for the longer version – doesn’t fit, but good to know that my blogger friends appreciate, as my High School English teacher put it, “Puns, the lowest form of humor.” Of course, my question is, if it is the lowest form, why did Shakespeare use it so much? 🙂


  • Sandra  On December 12, 2013 at 7:05 am

    Soles of the past! Love it.


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