The Missing Shoe

Prompt: Walking home, you find a shoe on the side of the road. What kind of shoe is it? Who is its owner? What happened? Why is the shoe there? Where is the other shoe now? You can use all of these questions or just one to explore what happened.

 I look down at the bright red stiletto lying on the ground. There are scuff marks on the toe, and the heel has been snapped barely hanging by a thread. Upon bending down to examine it closer, I notice there is a small pool of blood that has accumulated in the bottom of the shoe. It is hard to notice at first, as the shade is very similar to that of the shoe. There also seems to be blood droplets on the ground. I follow them until the drops turn into toe prints. The toe prints go on until I can no longer see the high way which I pulled off of.

The blood on the ground is not much, not enough for a person to bleed out from. Realizing this, I start to call out. "Hello, is anybody here?!" No answer. I continue to call as I walk further into the tall thicket of corn plants. There is no longer blood on the ground, had our shoe-owner healed already, or found away to patch themselves up? Out of the corner of my eye, I see something bright red; it's the other stiletto. 

Geez, what was this, some kind of nutty party gone wrong? Or had someone been seriously hurt? "Miss!? Hello??" Still no response. As I wander aimlessly, I realize I have become lost in the corn field. Even though I am tall, the stalks of the corn plants reach above my head so I cannot see any significant distance. Damn, this is what I get for being a good Samaritan.

I pick up my speed and temporarily forget about the bloody stilettos. Moving at a brisk canter, I come to a clearing with a large red barn. Surprisingly it has been up-kept, and looks to be brand new. The barn door is open so I take a gander inside.

Walking into the barn, I immediately notice a person face down in the hay. It looks to be a women, in a red dress. I start walking over to her. I can she is barefoot and notice bloodied blisters on her feet, thank god it is not something more serious. I think this is who I've been looking for.

As I walk up, I bend down to place my hand on the woman's shoulder. When I go to flip her, I get a strong wiff of alcohol, and a bottle of tequila comes loose. I take a look at the face...

...and it's a dude. Like a drunk frat dude or something. He's totally zonked, not even realizing I am there. Well this was a disappointment. I guess some of his asshole frat brothers dressed him like a woman and left him here in the corn field. I toss the stilettos I've been carrying next to the drunken cross-dresser. The noise startles him and he starts to squirm in his red dress. His eye makeup begins to run as he mumbles incoherently. "Take it easy there. Sleep it off and have your buddies come and get you when you're sober." Then, he pisses himself. What a waste of my time...