First there was the pic ~ with mention of a story ~ Now you have the words.
It started with a thwapping on my left foot.
Thwap
Like a thick cloth being whipped heavily across my boot.
Thwap
“But, There’s no cloth in front of my foot…” I think.
Thwap
I’m imagining some impossible piece of canvas beating in the wind, occasionally swinging around to slap across my laces.
I look down. There’s a grasshopper IN my shoelaces, its whole body wedged under them against the tongue of my boot.