She was an accident
waiting to happen, came the whispers.
Not the kind of woman you’d want
to be seen out with, muttered one Mack to another.
I always knew she’d wind up like this,
cried a woman, mirroring her own fears
to the crowd at large.
Yet it was the little boy
who noticed her shoes, fixated
on how beautiful they were,
and he would shock the leering mob
when he crossed the line,
tenderly removed one shoe,
then the other, and lay
his small, weeping face at her feet.
(Photo by Weegee)