Gordon couldn’t pass up the chance to visit New York, when his daughter asked. He’d never been and being a photographer, the older man thought it was an exciting opportunity to capture some great images of the city and the people.
As soon as ‘his little girl,’ was off to work, Gordon grabbed his camera and headed for the street’s of Manhattan. Both Central Park and the Five Points area were his two favorite places.
Within hours, he’d filled his camera’s memory card and had to stop to replace it. It was at this time that Gordon met a strange unkempt man asking if he’d like to “experience his magical shoes for only twenty-bucks.”
“No,” Gordon said as politely as possible, “I’m not really interested in magic.” But the odd fellow wouldn’t leave him alone.
“I really could use the money,” the man pleaded.
After nearly an hour of haranguing, Gordon finally gave in. “Maybe he’ll go away,” he thought.
“Okay, for twenty-dollars, and I get to use your magic shoes, right?”
“That’s the deal, but you don’t get to keep’em.”
“Okay — deal then. Where’d you get them?”
“I sorta traded them with an old woman, who was on Broadway looking for her daughter.”
“Yup, the nut-ball was certain her kid was the star of a show.”
“What did you trade her for the shoes?”
“A long coat and my favorite grate to sleep on.”
“Well, let me see these shoes of yours.”
The man pulled from each pocket a red shoe and as Gordon handed him the money and took the shoes in hand, he knew that they were special, heavy like stone. He looked them over and realized they were the same material as his July birthstone: ruby.
“So what do I do now?” Gordon asked.
“Jus’ tap the heels together three times.” Tap-tap-tap.
Suddenly Gordon felt himself being sucked backwards as the man grab the shoes from his hands. He also felt his watch rip from his wrist, saw his wallet and pen fly from his pockets and realize how blind he was as his bifocals flew way.
Within seconds, everything went dark and without notice he began falling and he knew he was no longer in New York. It would be Gordon’s final thought before fatally hitting the ground.
Meanwhile, Manhattan, Kansas Police remain puzzled about how the body of a ‘John Doe,’ found with a camera in their park between the Central Park Road and Poyntz Avenue, came tumbling out of the sky one April morning.