The door is locked, and the shoes are outside.
Look deeply, closely at the door, and ask yourself a question. What is the story of the people who lived here? Was there a happy family? Ever?
It looks like there was a family. Did they have children? Were they happy? Did the woman leave the man? Did he, then, in despair, walk away and leave his shoes outside the house as a reminder that, once upon a time, he was happy?
Or, did he leave the woman, and did she leave the house unable to bear the loneliness and the weight of the memories? Did she then leave his shoes outside as a sign of his perfidy?
Could it well be that there was no real drama at all, and that he simply left his shoes outside, because he did not want to carry the dirt of the streets into the house? If this is the case, then why is the door locked?
It is worth thinking about such questions.
What does a locked door, with shoes outside represent? What tales lie untold behind those doors, and in those shoes?
A poor family who once lived there, shared laughter, sex, jokes, fights, emotions. Poverty did not prohibit them from feeling joy, or experiencing emotion. One day, all this dried up. All that was left, was a pair of shoes and a locked door.
What tales lie hidden behind the locked door, and in that pair of shoes?
Wouldn’t you like to know?
For the next challenge, I have nominated a young lady who goes by the moniker “Mithai Mumblezz”