...and after

Before ...

This is the story of what happened to my feet this New Year's eve. I went into town to see the celebrations with seven of my friends. Unfortunately I got separated from them. It was then that things started to happen ...           There I was, in the middle of a crowd wearing my new shiny trainers. I have a bit of a shoe fetish and I loved these trainers. There was some pushing and shoving and there was a girl standing in front of me  boots with slight heels. She was pushed and stumbled backwards, her  heels planting on my toes. The weight crushed them and the sharp edges of her heels dug in. She turned around as I gasped in pain.            "Sorry" she said, lifting her foot off mine. I held my stinging toes off the ground.

Not long after, I was near a stage that played music. There was dancing and a squat man was jumping near me. The enevitable happened - he jumped backwards, pounding my right foot into the ground. He then jumped up again, compressing my fragile toes further, and continued jumping with my foot underneath. He jumped round

and planted his weight on both my feet at the same time. My feet felt squashed and tingly and I felt the shape of his hard heel splaying my toes apart. He then jumped away and landed on my left foot  a couple of times, before leaving me and my throbbing feet alone.           At this point I couldn't see my shoes for all the people around me, so I had no idea what damage had been done to them.

We all got shoved and it was difficult for me to keep my balance. At this time my feet suffered a lot of crushings, and I wasn't able to keep track of them all. I just remember them feeling sore and squashed afterwards. I remember a man who fell into me sideways and stood very high on my left foot. All his weight was centred just below my ankle. The laces of my shoe dug in and caused me pain.         At this point I decided to try and stand on other people's feet. I trod on the left foot of a girl who was wearing strappy sandals. I pushed my foot in, my heel crushing her toes. I felt her foot squash and her toes seperate. I could feel the straps of her shoes dig into her foot. With one last grind I stepped off and walked onwards. I looked back I saw her look down at her foot. It looked red and had streaks of mud on it. I felt good inside.