Never underestimate the power of flip - flops - divine creations of God, protectors of of the soles of our feet. These flat platforms clinging to our abusive feet, they do not care how many times you step on them; they will hold on long after their life expectancy, playing a game of chicken with death. Woven to us with amazing, strong cloth that was surely left over from Athena and Arachne's weaving battle, a reassuring slap resounds after every step, demanding attention and echoing in its own confidence.
Cousin of the house slipper, more sophisticated and strong than a slipper would ever be, flip - flops glide through water puddles like jet skis on full - throttle. Slimmer than a tennis shoe, and far more convenient, flip - flops store themselves away in tiny cracks or small backpack pouches. Mine had matched close to everything from thick sweaters, flowing dresses, casual tees, and any kind of coat. With simple colors, mainly natural darks, they hid - incognito - sometimes too well.
These summer shoes, often worn outside of their seasonal confines, were worked to dust, worn out until my heel hit the ground, until hidden internal colors were revealed in the foam. They were warped into perfection and beyond!
Still yet, they refuse to be tossed aside like they had not served their time and earned their stay. They had paid their rent for an eternal home in my closet with every occasion that they stayed by my side. Never to be forgotten that they had found a new forever home after the horrible event of being tossed from their first home before they could prove their worth. Set aside, they had been crowded in by the common tennis shoes who were much too tired from their days of work to carry a conversation. They had been stored away to not see the light of day again, to never take on another task or protect another foot from the harsh, pointed rocks whose only goals were to stab vulnerable foot arches.
That was until the day in which they had been swept up from that filthy garage, a mere mockery of the real world that these flip flops had longed to see again, and they had traveled miles to a new place, a place where they were worn every day and paid the price to stay in the comfortable closet until their time came again. There and then, they had become mine, and a thousand adventures together were to follow.
