A Smooth Wooden Shoehorn

I waddled away from the iron doorstop and tucked myself into the shadowy bottom tier of the wooden shoe rack. Lying flat along the slatted cedar wood was a long, curved wooden shoehorn. I approached quietly, admiring its gentle taper. When I pressed my flipper onto the scooped curve, the lacquered wood felt sleek, firm, and softly cool. I leaned my back against the side of a sturdy canvas sneaker, letting the rounded tip of the shoehorn nestle comfortably against my foot while the house grew quiet for the night.