there he is, soaking up the sun where the teenagers usually put their shoes when they’re swimming. this is a swimming hole, and it is supposed to be full of people and blue water and that rock is supposed to be above the water. it is a lovely place to sit and watch the wind blow through the trees on a warm summer day. it is the place where teenagers line their shoes up like little turtles on the stones.
it rained and rained and rained. it rained so much that shoes turned into turtles to protect themselves from the rain. the only shoe left is the one that could transform into a turtle.
perhaps when the rainwater washes downstream, and the river isn’t so fat and brown, the blue water will bless the turtle, and he will be a shoe again.