The Blue Slipper

When the train reached its destination, a small blue slipper got knocked out and on to the platform.
Buried under the footsteps of refugees and bodies that were rolling over, the blue slipper got kicked off the platform, and fell on to the rail tracks.
Within a couple of months, the tracks had turned into a site for disposing waste.
The station was empty.
In the company of its new friends – stones, fruit peels, blood, and faeces, the blue slipper had turned brown.
Three years passed.
The blue-turned-brown slipper now had, a green coat and, cracks on its small aged body.
The year when the land lost its ‘dominion’ status and grew into a ‘republic’, the railway station got a new platform, and was repainted.
The tracks were cleaned and fixed, and so was the station.
In a pile of rubble near one of the exits of the station, the small blue-brown mossy slipper was given its burial.
Buried at last, the slipper put to rest the memory of the small pair of feet, that had never made it to the right side of the barbed wire.


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