Ruby Gans

The story starts with a shoe that one day seemed to stop existing. It was a gray and white Adidas belonging to one Ruby Gans, age 24. Ruby had worn it and its mate to work like she did just about every day. She's not a person who has a lot of shoes. At the end of the day, she switched to her running shoes to go for a run with a friend. The Adidas, she stuck in her car.

The story starts with a shoe that one day seemed to stop existing. It was a gray and white Adidas belonging to one Ruby Gans, age 24. Ruby had worn it and its mate to work like she did just about every day. She's not a person who has a lot of shoes. At the end of the day, she switched to her running shoes to go for a run with a friend. The Adidas, she stuck in her car.

The story starts with a shoe that one day seemed to stop existing. It was a gray and white Adidas belonging to one Ruby Gans, age 24. Ruby had worn it and its mate to work like she did just about every day. She's not a person who has a lot of shoes. At the end of the day, she switched to her running shoes to go for a run with a friend. The Adidas, she stuck in her car.

After the run, she drove home, then reached over to the back seat where she had put the shoes.

After the run, she drove home, then reached over to the back seat where she had put the shoes.

After the run, she drove home, then reached over to the back seat where she had put the shoes.

Still only one shoe. It was weird to lose just one. The next morning, she looks everywhere. Around the car, on the sidewalk. This is in Santa Barbara, California. She texts her parents who live nearby. I seem to have lost a sneaker. Her dad texts back. Have you looked on your feet? Ruby, I have looked on my feet. Dad's. She rechecks the car.

Still only one shoe. It was weird to lose just one. The next morning, she looks everywhere. Around the car, on the sidewalk. This is in Santa Barbara, California. She texts her parents who live nearby. I seem to have lost a sneaker. Her dad texts back. Have you looked on your feet? Ruby, I have looked on my feet. Dad's. She rechecks the car.

Still only one shoe. It was weird to lose just one. The next morning, she looks everywhere. Around the car, on the sidewalk. This is in Santa Barbara, California. She texts her parents who live nearby. I seem to have lost a sneaker. Her dad texts back. Have you looked on your feet? Ruby, I have looked on my feet. Dad's. She rechecks the car.

Because, like, it has to be somewhere, right?

Because, like, it has to be somewhere, right?

Because, like, it has to be somewhere, right?

Hope.

Hope.

Hope.

I was into Ruby's story. I find losing things to be completely maddening. Objects cannot just disappear. Here's what I want. I want when you die, for them, and I don't know who I mean by them, to tell you where everything you lost over the course of your life actually was when you were looking for it. Anyway, Ruby, who is wired similarly, decides she is not going to work until she finds this shoe.

I was into Ruby's story. I find losing things to be completely maddening. Objects cannot just disappear. Here's what I want. I want when you die, for them, and I don't know who I mean by them, to tell you where everything you lost over the course of your life actually was when you were looking for it. Anyway, Ruby, who is wired similarly, decides she is not going to work until she finds this shoe.

I was into Ruby's story. I find losing things to be completely maddening. Objects cannot just disappear. Here's what I want. I want when you die, for them, and I don't know who I mean by them, to tell you where everything you lost over the course of your life actually was when you were looking for it. Anyway, Ruby, who is wired similarly, decides she is not going to work until she finds this shoe.

Her hunt begins with deduction. She feels sure it was in the car yesterday, which meant it must have fallen out of the car, which feels kind of unlikely now that I say it. Like, did the shoe hurl itself out somehow? Anyway, she makes a list of every place she had gone the day before. She'd gone to a city office to file a form. She'd gone to a Trader Joe's. And she'd gone to work.

Her hunt begins with deduction. She feels sure it was in the car yesterday, which meant it must have fallen out of the car, which feels kind of unlikely now that I say it. Like, did the shoe hurl itself out somehow? Anyway, she makes a list of every place she had gone the day before. She'd gone to a city office to file a form. She'd gone to a Trader Joe's. And she'd gone to work.