Here's a different kind of Valentine's Story with a different kind of happy ending. Written a few years back with the prompts: Angus lost a shoe not far from the folly, busy street but you are alone, dog named Moose who didn’t like men, buyer’s remorse, refuse, I can carry on It all started the … Continue reading Marilyn’s Folly
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: Evelyn was three years older, bingo, when the killing began, felt kinda sorry for her, dance with your eyes closed, brown shoes “Did you know,” Evelyn began, “there was an error in the Grimm Brothers translation? They weren’t glass slippers,” she declared with a heavy emphasis … Continue reading Fur Slippers
Elusive feet stretching away from the rest of my body you are a mysterious duo. Earthbound like two turtles you spread your toes wide and flat refusing to conform to narrow confines of stylish pumps and spiked heels. You are stubborn rebels; I cannot trust you. Perched on the edge of a cliff … Continue reading My Elusive Feet
Written with the prompt: a shoe falls out of the sky! Mary and Larry were hiking in the forest when quite unexpectedly a shoe fell out of the sky, crashed noisily through the tender fringe of redwood greens and fern feathers to land on the trail between them, just in front of Mary, right behind … Continue reading The Shoe in the Forest
