Billy never paid much of a mind to things – his whole life was his dog and the beach.
The pair of small, brown shoes, he’d found last week by Jonas Point, looked almost new – he hoped they might fetch him a couple of pounds.
From the top of the dunes he could see a crowd had gathered outside his hut – the door lay off its hinges. A short, round woman clutched the brown shoes – tears and anger in her eyes.
‘There he is!’ she screamed.
Billy was scared – he didn’t understand why.
His dog barked as cold rain began to fall.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.