Leaf Man Part 9 6 min read

The woman with the gray half-boots presses her blackened tar-stained sole more solidly on my nose and across my cheek, for a moment.

Then suddenly she plants her boot massively down on my cheek and eye, bringing up her other foot to land both of her feet on unevenly on my head.

I see stars and bright flashes of light as this unknown woman park’s her flat heels against my ear and temple.

I try not to moan, as this lady just gets comfortable perched on my sideways face. Her boot soles crush on the side of my head while I have a ringing in my ears.

“I see you found the tree root” Maria calls to the woman!

“I don’t think it’s a tree root” “It feels more like an old paint can.”

“It’s got a wide shape to it, and it feels sort of flat.” Ms. gray boots says

“Ladies let me get through here” As Maria walks through the bus line of people.

The unknown lady then turns to face Maria, steps on my jaw and neck full weight while she steps back to the ground unbalanced. Her left gray boot lands quickly right in front of my nose.

“Hi, I’m Cathy”, Ms. gray boots announces to Maria.

Cathy then kicks back her boot heel and slams it into my nose. Flash in my head again.

Stopped by my face, she grinds her foot back up and against my nose to slide her boot bottom along my eye and hair.

Ahhh …. She’s back perched up on my head…

Still, other women walk past me, and some side step on top of my back.

They still step down deep on top of me. At times the crowd pauses, once more, a few of the women take their time, by parking their feet still on the dead left side. They stand still on a few of my spread-out fingers.

Their immovable feet may nick the side on my other hand on the right side of my body and then crush my well-placed fingers under their plain flat black or brown colored soles.

“So what makes you think this is a tree root,” Cathy asks?

“A while ago I was bouncing with a friend of mine on what felt link a tree limb.”

“We felt it buckle and then it had no spring left in it. So we stopped.”

“It was just something to do while we wait for that damn bus.” Maria then tries to feel around again for my arm with her slender-looking black high heel.

She stabs at the ground with her familiar three-inch spike heel.
Cathy turns herself slightly to the left, grinding her flat heels into my neck and twisting my face under her boots grimy old sole.
Maria is getting closer again to my hidden left side.

I’m in so much agony. My right hand is being crushed by somebody else’s flat sole.

My back is being speared by two women facing each other, jabbing their shoes into me.

Some guy is standing on my legs, crushing my knee caps into the rock below me.

I can’t hold on much longer. But I know If I pass out I won’t wake up.

It’s too hard now to breathe. I can’t tell them to get off I had enough.

Luck is with me, the guy on my legs gets off, and I enjoy the relief of not being crushed by a guy.

“White searing pain!!”
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“I found it” Maria calls to Cathy “It’s right here”

Maria found my shoulder by standing only on her heel.

She just continues to jab it into the ground, to dig down into the well-matted leaves. Her heel shaft nails into my busted-up shoulder.

A new level of pain rises from the background of warm rolling pain.

“Hey, you want to bounce on it with me Cathy?”

“Sure It beats standing on this paint can.” (my head)

Oh please don’t. Have mercy on me. I almost want to yell it out. But it will surely be off to the nuthouse with me. I think my leg is broken from the last guy standing on my knee joint with that rock.

Cathy then steps off my neck and face. I don’t feel the difference. My face is dead to any change. I can’t even move any of my hands to get the circulation back to my face…

I’m still nailed to the ground by the women above me.

A woman with plain white Keds sneakers walks softly but weightily along the sidewalk from behind me. I feel the coming vibrations from her strides. Then quickly she steps down on the backside of my calf muscles.

Oh no not again. My leg is definitely broken, I’ll need help getting out of here.

She seems to be picking her way through the crowd of women. As luck would have it, she walks firmly up my back with her two solid steps and then solidly on my head with one step of the firm stomp of her foot.

I guess she does this to avoid the other women who are still standing on my hand on one side and Maria and Cathy on the other side.

Then, the woman with the sneaker, while she has one foot is wedged my head, I squint to see her other off yellow rubber-colored bottomed sneaker streak forward. It lands with a soft thud next to my ear on the ground.

Now the foot on my head rolls off of me with a twisting hair-pulling pain, and then she quickly steps ahead of me, a short distance. She’s just treading, all over me.

Then just as suddenly another woman then walks along, I see her small brown leather flat heel shoes, go past my nose very quickly. Just as quickly as before another woman then steps up on my back from behind. I get hard, as I feel her body heat radiate down on me and smell her sweet perfume.

She then steps forward on me, with just one hard downward stomp of her foot.

But then just as suddenly, as if it’s an afterthought, she then stands still on me with both shoes on the back of my neck.
I’m enjoying her lighter than usual weight, but she’s still crushing me by standing on me!

But although it’s just with some low heels of her smooth-bottomed footwear. Then this woman steps forward once more and I see her shoe bottoms are low heeled black patent leather shoes. She then lands her strong foot silently down just in front of my nose.

I look at her worn heel bottom, her slender powerful ankle, that’s planted right by my cheek as her other mate is still anchored rigidly on the back of my neck.

I’m in so much discomfort as the woman steps off of me and walks away. I see that she was a young Chinese lady.

Surprise I’m still here, as luckily this woman was not that heavy.

“So let’s begin, you take that side while I’ll hold on to you,” Maria tells Cathy.

“I don’t want to slip like I did the last time.”

Maria’s spike heels have found my busted-up shoulder while Cathy’s size nine boots stand length-wise on my throbbing arm.

“When I say go, let’s both jump up and finally break this thing,” laughs Maria.