Pair #19- A Tale of Two Feet
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Playing around, I slipped them on. The upper felt soft as a slipper. The high high high wedge felt solid and sturdy; shoes made for tramping, not tottering. I loved them the moment I put them on. It's a little bit of a case of beauty and the beast. They are rather ugly, like a strange Victorian anomaly, yet they are also demure and delicate. I didn't know what to do with them, so I held them. A woman came by with a fawning salesman. She peered down.
"I want THOSE!" She pointed at me. I cradled the shoes in my lap protectively.
"Oh! I am afraid they are the last in the store! We may have a pair in black..." He nearly wept, for her glare was piercing.
"No! Brown! I don't NEED black!" She hissed violently. It all made sense to me. These shoes needed rescuing. They were orphans. Rich, yet needy.
Well dear reader, here they are at home, resting comfortably. They are eager to get out and see the world, but like any orphan, also happy to have found a good home. The other shoes have taken them into their bosoms; the Miu Miu flats especially like them, and their fellow Louboutins have been very gracious, sharing their space in the shoe rack.
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