Don Q and his squire Vanza at the edge of a field

Looking out across the field of shining white that stretched to the horizon, Vanza the squire hoped he had the right shoes. Beside him, Don Q held a hand up over his eyes and sighed. "Look at the beautiful green grass, Vanza, as far as the eye can see." Vanza looked across the field again, looked down at his shoes, and took a few steps. He slipped for a moment, but caught himself. His shoes weren't right. He looked back at Don Q. "The grass feels so soft under my sneakers, Don Q." He took a few more steps, and the soles of his feet began to get cold and wet. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 30 January 2025)