[ota] these shoes were made for walking....
One, two...three...four. Leona stopped to look from the last from cross street she'd passed and then back to the street ahead with a curious sort of look on her face. It wasn't that she made a habit of counting steps (who did that?), but it was something to pass the time every now and then.
But there was something officially off about today's counting. Maybe she was taking longer steps, but she didn't really think she was, and there was this strange little urge to go back to the corner and start again. But that required back tracking, and somehow she couldn't bring herself to start all over just to count steps.
There were, after all, a lot of factors that could be affecting it. That aside, however, it was odd.
But there was something officially off about today's counting. Maybe she was taking longer steps, but she didn't really think she was, and there was this strange little urge to go back to the corner and start again. But that required back tracking, and somehow she couldn't bring herself to start all over just to count steps.
There were, after all, a lot of factors that could be affecting it. That aside, however, it was odd.