Micro/ Flash Fiction Theme: Buttermint Shoes
I look longingly at the stilettos in the display window.
After the accident, my deformed left foot made wearing heels impossible.
Samuel, the cobbler, comes running out of the store with a present.
“Please sit down, I have something I want to tell you,” He declares.
“Alright,” I murmur while resting on a nearby bench.
On his knees, he opens the box where two different-sized wedges rest.
The mint-colored platforms slid on like butter and fit perfectly.
“Please go out with me and I’ll make your shoes, forever!” He affirms.
They were so beautiful, I couldn’t help but cry, “Yes!”