Short Stories |
They watched as she began putting things in a bag, 'what's she doing' the sunglasses remarked to the trainers, who'd been loafing about as usual. 'Well how would I know, I only know what she's doing or where we're going when we get there', 'well at least you get to go places, with the lack of sun that there usually is here, and especially this year, I usually just gather dust'. 'At least you get to rest, I'm back and forth every day, pounding pavements, she's been running as if her life depended on it, I must admit, though, she's seemed a bit lighter recently, can't think why'. They continued to ponder on the strange actions of Beth, who owned both the trainers and the sunglasses, as she progressively filled up a large bag with various items of clothes and other objects. They watched as each item was carefully put in so as, according to the sunglasses, it maximised room. However, the trainers had no idea what maximised even meant, he just watched with curiosity. It was only at the end when everything was packed and Beth had decided that all was ready that she tucked away the trainers, picked up the sunglasses and left. For once, the sunglasses were happy; it was her turn to go out and explore the world instead of sitting at home. The trainers didn't mind, it was at last quiet and he didn't have to run the streets, at least for a little while. |