Stinky Shoes

Walking out the front door, a putrid smell assaulted me. What could stink and be wet and rotten and musty and dirty all at the same time. Perhaps the rain soaked the rug (it would have to be ripped out). Avoiding that potential chore, I walked on into the house.

The next time through, it was worse. There wasn't much in the mudroom that could stink - except maybe - my cool water shoes. They are the ones I had worn into my father's lake, and then again into the Mitchell's camp side lake... I picked them up, buried my nose in one, and staggered back. It was the smell, but concentrated. They have a new home outside now.