Looking up through the opening of the Cleat, Scott stared up at the teenage girl who had opened the closet door. Based on her athletic build and what she wore, it was no doubt the teenage girl that stood towering above him was the owner of the Cleat he was now resideing. His worst fears were confirmed as she reached down and grabbed the cleat. As she picked it up the toe of the cleat pointed down ward causing him to slid along the imprint of the foot in the insole to the toe of the shoe. As quickly as it was lifted upward it was back on the floor again, and as it grew dark Scott knew it was coming. A foot, wearing a worn sock began to make it's way into the cleat. The shoe rocked back and forth as the foot forced it's way in, the toes wiggling as it inched forward. Whoever she was, she was uninterested in loosing the laces enough to allow her foot to slide in perfectly.
Scott's mind raced. What could he do? There was nowhere to run and in a few seconds the giant foot would be on top of him. He had two choices, climb up onto the socked toes or find some way to make her take the cleat off. He remembered the lighter in his pocket. Though he didn't smoke he always kept it handy. lighting the sock on fire was a dangerous thing to try, but considering the alternative....
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