An Irish friend sent me this article from The Guardian, discussing a series of ghoulish discoveries on BC beaches:
The first was washed up in August on an isolated island in British Columbia. A 12-year-old girl beachcombing with her family found a size 12 running shoe with a human right foot still inside. Six days later a couple hiking around coves on another remote island found another size 12 right foot in a trainer under a tree trunk. Then, last month, another right foot was spotted, this time bobbing about in the water off a third island.
That’s a terrific starting point for a work of fiction. Why are right feet appearing on our coastlines?