An old guy has owned the same pair of shoes for ten years now. They're good solid walking boots, and pretty reliable in his opinion. He looks after them too, keeping them clean and waterproofing them whenever they need it. He even took one of them to be repaired when it got damaged. As far as he cares, there're no finer shoes in the world.
The only problem is that, lately, they've started to stink. He's tried everything; washing them, drying them, spraying them with a special deodorant. He even replaced the insoles in case they were the problem. Nevertheless, his shoes continue to smell terrible.
The old guy lives alone, and he isn't so mobile as once he was. The stinky shoes aren't a huge problem for him, but they still leave him puzzled. That is until one day, when he's in the bath. For the first time in a couple of weeks he takes a look at his feet.
The old guy's eyesight is pretty bad, so at first all he sees is a greyish blur around his toes. He gets out of the bath and fetches his glasses, and props his foot up on the bath to take a closer look. What he sees is a blackening of the flesh around his toes. His feet, long untended, have started slowly to rot away, hints of bone peeking through the decayed flesh.
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