When I look at this shoe, it makes me think of better times. Happier times. Times before I lost a parent. I long for the whimsical, content days of jazz on Sunday and dinners out and laughter not hidden. When all there is that is extended toward me is anger and ridicule, it gets old quick. I do get a reprieve at times. I escape with a cup of coffee at the Barnes and Noble. I escape with my IPOD to musical places I used to visit daily. Best of all there is the beach. All things are better there. The wind and the surf ebbing and flowing sooth my ruffled heels and aching toes. Right now, at this moment, life is a shoe tight in the toes. I am cramped and it hurts!
What I do is kick them in the pants with a diamond buckled shoe!