Souls and Soles.

Douglas moped down the sidewalk; shoulders hung low, bouquet hung lower. Simone's harsh words tormented his soul-- until the sole of his shoe met a piece of pink chewing gum. It was still mushy, for a six-year-old pigtailed girl in blue dress had accidentally spat it out three minutes prior. She skipped along, holding her mum's hand singing 'ABC' when it slung from her glossy lips. Rolling his eyes, Douglas sighed depressingly and continued home.