The other shoe, much like the first shoe, was roughly the shape of a foot. One of those nicely shaped, albeit oddly hollow, foots with a freakishly tall heel.
And much like the first shoe, the other shoe had a bright red sole – a statement saying “I cost more than any shoe should ever realistically cost, but all the guilt and shame you feel for spending that much money on me will vanish when you see the jealous looks of women and the adoring looks of men.”
It was a beautiful shoe. Gorgeous. Just like its twin.
But alas, it was an evil shoe. In all its divine beauty, even with that scarlet glimpse of heaven with each step, it was vicious, destroying everything it loved, pinching, squeezing. Agony. Torture.
It couldn’t stay.
It was a thing of immense beauty. An enticingly resplendent vision in black.
But it had to go.
I still dream about them, and weep for them from time to time.
We had a good run, the first shoe and the other shoe and I.
This incredibly uninspired post is part of Nicky and Mike’s 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge. Today’s prompt is The other shoe. Go check out We Work For Cheese for a list of the other participants. *
Lord have mercy, those are gorgeous. My granddaughter Arianna has a pair of "counterfeits" and she gets so much attention when she wears them. I haven't asked her if they hurt, but sometimes love hurts, Ziva.ReplyDelete
Want my crocs?ReplyDelete
Those aren't shoes. They're weapons of mass destruction. Sigh.ReplyDelete
Beautiful, beautiful weapons of mass destruction.ReplyDelete
Only if i can burn them.ReplyDelete
Whatever happened to a pair of old beat-up sneaks? Now those would be awesome shoes!ReplyDelete
These were the real deal, but still, I wasn't wearing them enough to justify keeping them. One of these days, though, I'll get another pair that I will love and cherish and that will love me back without killing my poor feet.ReplyDelete
Who in their right mind would choose a pair of old beat-up sneakers instead of a pair of amazingly beautiful Louboutins?ReplyDelete
I've never ever been able to wear heels... just too uncomfortable for my flat feet. Not to mention the fact that I'd fall on my ass trying to walk in them. But they do look damned fine!ReplyDelete
I can usually wear a pretty tall heel without problem, but these, for some reason they just killed my feet. Which is a shame because holy crap they look fine..ReplyDelete
Unlike your post, it is a vehicle of torture, aka, the devil shoe - pretty but dangerous.ReplyDelete
Ziva.... I read this post a couple of hours ago, and I swear I was going toReplyDelete
comment on it right away, but I was waiting to see if I stared long enough, maybe some Ziva feet would appear. But they didn't. :-)
I wish I could write like this... *sighReplyDelete
My suggestion is to get yourself a little can of red paint and paint the soles of a nice, comfortable pair of shoes. Just sayin'...ReplyDelete
I would LOVE to have shoes like those.... love love LOVE!ReplyDelete
Ah, the trademark red sole tells me these are Louboutins. I'm sorry to learn that they hurt your feet, and deeply sorry that you didn't post of photo of yourself wearing them.ReplyDelete
I'm in mourning, actually.
Nevertheless, this is a clever post, Ziva.
I tried the same thing, Nicky. Almost went blind, too.ReplyDelete
Pretty but dangerous. That sounds like someone I know....ReplyDelete
I sent you those photos privately. ;)ReplyDelete
Hah, because had you written this, the shoes would've belonged to you? ;)ReplyDelete
Seriously, though, Barb, I'm loving your writing in this challenge, you've really impressed me. :)
Malisa! I'll have to burn your comment and destroy the evidence. Blasphemy!ReplyDelete
And for just a few hundred dollars, they could be....ReplyDelete
Thanks, Mike. I find your knowledge of women's shoes both impressive and slightly disturbing.ReplyDelete
Is "balancing out just right" what they're calling it these days? ;)ReplyDelete
Thanks, Indigo. :)ReplyDelete
Please tell me you did NOT give away or throw away your Louboutin shoes?ReplyDelete
No way, I could never throw away something so beautiful! But I did sell them and stashed away the money to buy another pair that fits better. ;)ReplyDelete
I'm not sure I understand your point.ReplyDelete
What I do on my own time is my business...ReplyDelete