Look closely and you will see them: A pair of silver metallic pumps. Someone threw them over the chain link fence bordering a narrow walkway between two buildings. They are now trapped by the sturdy vines that have grown around them. A spider has woven a veil across the heel. You could write an entire collection of short stories aout those shoes, the how and why of their current fate. Does their owner walk past? I should say "their previous owner." They now belong to the vines and the spider and the weather.