I walked past the display window. And in the passing a streak of red hits the corner of my eye. I walk back and see an awesome pair of red heeled pumps. They were brilliant. Shining in the midst of other shoes. It was as if fires had been condensed and given shape. It just pulls me in. I go into the shop and ask for it in my size. The last pair. Mine and mine only.
I wear it to the party that night. Everyone asks me about it. Compliments me about it. They tell me how gorgeous my legs look. They tell me I seem more confident. Then you come up and tell me they are horrible. You make fun of it all night long. I am disgusted. I have never seen you this cruel in all of the 10 years I have known you. I don't like this side of you. Nor do I like these pumps anymore.
I return it to the shop the next day. They refuse to pay me the entire amount. I come back with half of what I spent. Those words still ring in my ears. I take a breath and smile at the man with coffee sitting next to me. The day goes on.
Those red shoes are incredible. They are fantastic. They make me follow you the entire evening and night. I can not think of anything but them. When you walk by I look at your legs. I want them. I taunt you, I tease you. I make you angry.It may even break our friendship. I want those pumps. You tell me you returned them. That afternoon I go to the shop. It is half price. I grab the box pay the money and come to the office. Nestled in tissue paper next to my computer are those red heeled pumps.
I wear it to the party that night. Everyone asks me about it. Compliments me about it. They tell me how gorgeous my legs look. They tell me I seem more confident. Then you come up and tell me they are horrible. You make fun of it all night long. I am disgusted. I have never seen you this cruel in all of the 10 years I have known you. I don't like this side of you. Nor do I like these pumps anymore.
I return it to the shop the next day. They refuse to pay me the entire amount. I come back with half of what I spent. Those words still ring in my ears. I take a breath and smile at the man with coffee sitting next to me. The day goes on.
Those red shoes are incredible. They are fantastic. They make me follow you the entire evening and night. I can not think of anything but them. When you walk by I look at your legs. I want them. I taunt you, I tease you. I make you angry.It may even break our friendship. I want those pumps. You tell me you returned them. That afternoon I go to the shop. It is half price. I grab the box pay the money and come to the office. Nestled in tissue paper next to my computer are those red heeled pumps.
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