by Alex Cooper
He was the kind of man who had worn sensible shoes his whole life. Never ostentatious trainers with flashing lights. Never cheap flip flops. Always a sturdy shoe that shined in the light. He was the kind of man who would never put one of his toes from out of those shoes and over the fabled line between right and wrong. And yet, there I was, staring at the man in those sensible, black, shiny shoes, with that sensible smile on his face. That smile that shot fear through my heart, and I wondered why he was in my house.
Alex Cooper is a first year creative writing student in Liverpool.