funny...I write about shoes all the time, but doing it on purpose? I can't think of anything.
Actually, I was thinking it would be sort of like a pet. You know, we could...we could name her Trixie, or Miss Kitty Fantastico, or something.
Tara ,'Empty Places'
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erikaj - Jul 19, 2004 12:36:50 pm PDT #5775 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
deborah grabien - Jul 19, 2004 1:02:17 pm PDT #5776 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Bev, I thought for a minute you were going entirely somewhere else with the shoe reference in that one: I suck at cards (no gambling gene at all), but isn't the thing the croupier in a casino uses called a shoe?
erika! Kay and her shoes?
§ ita § - Jul 19, 2004 1:05:35 pm PDT #5777 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
The cards are indeed in a shoe.
erikaj - Jul 19, 2004 1:10:45 pm PDT #5778 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Yeah, I did that to Kay Howard a number of times.
Nutty - Jul 19, 2004 1:12:26 pm PDT #5779 of 10001
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Can anybody play? 100 words, right? Forthwith:
Mrs. McNaughton’s erstwhile second-best heels announce their arrival home.
The children are abed, eyes closed, having heard the car and zipped their secret way up the stairs. Under the blankets, they are still wearing drinking glasses on their hands.
Lena takes a last swipe at the jelly fingerprints on the countertop and tries to wash her hands. "They were really a bunch of characters tonight," she wheezes. Mr. McNaughton's bowtie flaps as he swallows.
Mrs. McNaughton has not yet gone into the living room, where her formerly best shoes lie behind the television, full of peanut butter and sock lint.
deborah grabien - Jul 19, 2004 1:14:03 pm PDT #5780 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oh, Nutty, LOVELY! Peanut butter and sock lint, indeed. Family life.
§ ita § - Jul 19, 2004 1:23:45 pm PDT #5781 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
These can't ever scuff or wear thin, the way all her others are before she even gets them. They sparkle and make her happy, even when they're hidden from her view beneath full skirts. Their click against the floor is solid, not at all brittle like she'd worried.
He doesn't step on her toes once, nor she on his, to her surprise. Instead, they whirl around the dance floor, beaming at each other and the newness of it all.
As she turns she catches sight of the clock for the first time tonight.
Dear God, she thinks, stiffening.
She runs.
deborah grabien - Jul 19, 2004 1:25:48 pm PDT #5782 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
BWAH!
Fairy tale!
sumi - Jul 19, 2004 1:26:21 pm PDT #5783 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
I like it!
Connie Neil - Jul 19, 2004 1:42:16 pm PDT #5784 of 10001
brillig
She considers the racks of shoes and wonders what she's missing. Shoes. Things that go on the feet. That let you walk on rocks and hot sidewalks and slippery floors without harm. Leather, cloth, vinyl, plastic. Occasionally pretty, sometimes even adorable, but, essentially, just shoes.
There's a shoe on the "Buy me, I'm fashionable!" table. The heel is stupidly high, the toe is too narrow, and how many places could you really wear something like this? Her criteria: Does it fit? Will it last? Does it match most everything? Deal.
Her preferred shoe: Nikes bought on close-out.
She suspects she was supposed to be a guy.