the sign beside the shoes on the shelf said "custom built match heeled moccasins" made in the usa from 100% unforgotten sins well i thought to myself i've just gotta get a pair i guess i just didn't care if there was consequence or not i liked those moccasins a lot so picked up a pair immediately put them on my feet and out the door i walked and as the acrid smell of smoke burned my nose and the back of my throat i knew that it was greedy of me but i didn't look back cause i didn't want to see as they fell into their ditches as if somehow i've always known the smell of burning bridges