The Wounded Breakfast
A huge shoe mounts up from the horizon, squealing and grinding forward on small wheels, even as a man sitting to breakfast on his veranda is suddenly engulfed in a great shadow, almost the size of the night …
He looks up and sees a huge shoe ponderously mounting out of the earth.
Up in the unlaced ankle-part an old woman stands at a helm behind the great tongue curled forward; the thick laces dragging like ships’ rope on the ground as the huge thing squeals and grinds forward; children everywhere, they look from the shoelace holes, they crowd about the old woman, even as she pilots this huge shoe over the earth …Soon the huge shoe is descending the opposite horizon, a monstrous snail squealing and grinding into the earth …
The man turns to his breakfast again, but sees it’s been wounded, the yolk of one of his eggs is bleeding …
— Russell Edson
