Grate with a shoe on it

Photo Copyright: C.E. Ayr

Here we are another week. This time we’re gathered at a virtual sidewalk cafe where there’s a virtual sewer grate nearby. Our hostess for this gathering is the gracious and talented artist and author, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers, and the challenge this week, and every week, is for each of us to write an original story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt provided for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by C.E. Ayr. Thanks, C.E.

To read the other stories from group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box. The link for the other stories this week is as follows:

JUST A NOTE:Β If anyone is trying to find my Facebook page and types in “Suzanne Joshi”, when you click on the Google link, you’ll get a FB page, but for another Suzanne Joshi. Just find my tiny picture on the heading at top and click on it. You’ll then get my page. It seems the other Suzanne Joshi is deceased as her page is remembering her. As you all know, I’m still alive, at least as far as I know.

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words


When we were young, Mom used to take us in the car with her shopping when Dad was at work. I especially remember one time when it was a problem.

“Listen, you girls,” Mom said, “I don’t want to be bothered until we get to the store. Both of you see if you can keep the baby entertained and quiet. He’s in his car seat so can’t get into trouble. See if you can find my good shoes back there.”

At the store, Mom parked and asked for the shoes.

Marion said, “I’m sorry, Mom, the baby threw one out.”




Written Act of Kindness Award


62 thoughts on “THE MISSING SHOE

  1. Yup. That’s what babies do. Cute story, Suzanne. My grandson and I went to the zoo this past summer and he threw his own shoe into the bears’ outdoor area. Bye-bye shoe. Needless to say, we didn’t get it back. πŸ™‚


    • Thanks, Rochelle. I’m so pleased you liked the story. Yes, babies often think up things that surpirse us. They seem to either throw things, dig in the waste can for things, or stick things in their mouths. πŸ˜€ — Suzanne


  2. Dear Suzanne,
    I’m glad to hear you’re still alive and kicking (and writing). This story reminds me of an elderly couple who took a helicopter ride. It normally cost $50, but the pilot said if they remained quiet during the entire ride it would be free. He cut loops to try and scare them and the old man fell out. When he asked the old woman why she didn’t say something she replied, “Hey, $50 bucks is $50 bucks.”


    • Thanks, Russell. I’m alive, but unfortunately the woman with my same name whom I get when I Google my FB page is being remembered. so must have passed on. That was a great story about the helicopter ride. πŸ˜€ — Suzanne


  3. Oooh…! So the baby did it! πŸ˜€
    I kid you not, Suzanne. The single shoe in the middle of the road phenomenon is something that has bugged me from the time i was a kid and into early adulthood. It’s always just one shoe; never a pair. Why??? It’s not as if someone could lose a shoe in the middle of the road and not notice it. If they were worn out, why toss just one?
    Lovely entry for this challenge. Mega hugs!


  4. I have a much younger sister and brother. I don’t remember looking after them at all. πŸ™‚ What I remember is my little brother poke something into a plug in. Sparks flew! He wasn’t hurt but was badly scared. So was the dog. It took off barking. Nice to remember younger days. Thanks for bringing that back. πŸ™‚



    • Thanks, Lily. I’m glad you enjoyed the story and it brought back happy memories. I had a much older brother and I was the baby. However, I have two children who gave us a lot of enjoyment. They did and said such cute and hilarious things. πŸ˜€ — Suzanne


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