Oh, thanks, bwah.

Slightly darker uses for shoes.

Court Date

"Read the charges."

She ought to feel frightened; all her instincts are saying freeze, like a rabbit who sees the hawk's shadow over the long grass.

"...murder in the second degree..."

No luck with the fear. Maybe remorse? Something bubbles up in her, very close to genuine laughter. After eight years of abuse, remorse? Not likely.

"...did intentionally cause the death of..."

He had it coming. She didn't care - she'd done right.

"...four-inch Manolo Blahnik stiletto heel..."

"Excuse me." Her lawyer had told her to keep quiet. She ignores his frantic elbow-jogging. "It was a Jimmy Choo I used."

Eee hee hee hee. I couldn't tell you the difference between a Blahnik and a Choo if you had a gun to my head. But that was amusing.

I just liked her flat "I did it, yeah, whatever, the evil fuck had it coming, could you at least get the details right?"

Reminds me, P-C, curling up with your thing tomorrow morning, hopefully.

Bwah! to deb.

And I loved ita's fairy tale reference.

Let's see what I can do with this one....

Remember the girl who got scooped up by a press gang in 1799 or so in the key scene drabble from a few weeks ago? Well, she's back. I can't wait to finish my current novel so I can tell her story....

She can still wear her old dresses, but not the shoes. Five years in men’s boots or scrambling barefoot in the rigging have left her feet too wide and coarse for the silken dancing slippers and dainty kid half-boots her girl-self wore in that distant former life. The maid is dismayed, but Elizabeth shrugs. It’s not as if she could possibly pick up a splinter or even a speck of dirt going barefoot in a house as immaculate as Hardingstone Place. But the maid is unyielding. And so Lady Elizabeth Gordon, late master’s mate of HMS Hermione, goes down to breakfast with her husband and her brother clad in a dress half a decade out of date and the second housemaid’s best shoes.

Oh, hell, Susan. That's perfect period, that is.

t blushes

Thanks!

Very nice shoes drabbles.

In honor of having finally caught up in this thread (Yay! Fairy Tales! Murder! Brrr, ita!) I have a drabble!

Shoes

Our therapist is laughing at me as I tell her about the pediatric orthopedist and how he says the baby shouldn’t wear shoes unless they’re very soft-soled and then only when necessary for protection. I’m so excited, I babble, “Babies with poor vision use their feet, like eyes, to provide information about their world.”

She’s still laughing as she says, “I know that, but, I’ve never seen any of you in shoes anyway, so I didn’t think to tell you about it.”

This is true. My feet can’t breathe in shoes. My baby’s feet breathe and see for him, too.