When Ellen visits Paul’s grave hoping to find solace from her grief, she discovers children’s shoes on his headstone. At first, she ignores it, thinking another grieving family left them by mistake. But as time passes, more shoes appear.
One day, Ellen catches the person responsible, and in that moment, her entire life changes…
The first time I saw the shoes, I thought it was a mistake. A small pair of blue sneakers sat neatly beside Paul’s headstone, like someone had left them on the wrong grave.
I figured it had to be a grieving parent. People do strange things when they mourn.
I know I did. When Paul passed, I spent an entire week making jars of jam that I was never going to eat.
He had died suddenly, in an accident on the way home to me.
And before I knew it, I was alone. Jam seemed to be the only thing that would make anything better.
But I moved the shoes aside, left my lilies, and went home after talking to Paul’s grave.
The next time I visited, there were more shoes. Different pairs this time.
One visit, there were tiny red rain boots.
Another time, a pair of dark green sneakers. It wasn’t random anymore. It couldn’t be.
It was deliberate. Shoes for children who never existed in my life with Paul.
It didn’t make any sense. We had no kids. I had no kids.
At first, I tried to ignore it.
I told myself it had to be someone mourning nearby, placing shoes wherever they could find space. Or, honestly, that they just had the wrong grave.
Or… or what?
What else could it be?
I tried to come up with other reasons or excuses, but each visit made it harder to convince myself. The shoes were always there, new pairs every time I stayed away longer than a week.
It felt like the universe was taunting me, like someone knew how to claw at my peace.
So, I stopped visiting for a while, thinking maybe if I stayed away, the shoes would disappear. They didn’t.
In fact, they multiplied.
When I finally went back, I saw six pairs in a neat little row by the headstone.
It looked like some strange offering I didn’t understand.
The unease in my gut turned into anger.
Was someone playing a cruel joke?
Then, one cold morning, I found the person responsible.
I woke up that morning wanting to sit down at Paul’s grave and have a cup of tea while I told him how much I wanted to make my trip to Thailand. But I just couldn’t book that ticket. I wanted the breeze to hit my face or a flower petal to fall on my lap.
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