Thursday, December 8, 2011

Feet

My mother’s feet are plagued with bunions, a result of years of squeezing her feet into high heels and feeling negative about it. My father’s feet are two different sizes, and his legs two different lengths, so he’s always a little off kilter. My sister had large feet for a long time, or so my mother seemed to think. My brother’s feet are tiny, like the rest of him, except for his head. My dog’s feet are black and wide and flat, and we call them paws. My feet have scars and discoloration from bike accidents. My feet also have toes attached to them, which are short and underdeveloped.

My father’s feet weren’t always different sizes, same with his legs. They got that way after years of misuse. And my mother’s bunions used to exist only as nightmares. Demons that she saw on her mother’s feet, determined not to follow in those footsteps. And my sister’s feet aren’t so big anymore, though her collection of shoes has grown. My brother’s feet are still tiny, but he’s also 12. Apparently the soles of my feet are smooth, like sand.

Soon all of our feet will become useless.

3 comments:

  1. Nice piece on this narrow topic.

    If you ever want to expand this I was intrigued by both of the descriptions of your own feet.

    What kind of bike accident was it? How did it happen? What exactly happened to your feet in the accident, were they the only part of your body that was injured?

    Who says that the soles of your feet are smooth, like sand? What else do they think about your feet?

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  2. I like how you go into detail about the difference between you and your family's feet. It describes a hidden aspect of all them. Interesting.

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  3. I thought this was strong up to the end. I think the jump to the concluding sentence is too far and you should add more before it. I like where you are going with this though, and the piece really kept my attention. It was definitely original and a little odd, but in a good way.

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