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Linking to Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers
She delighted in the absence of the shoes. 13 years she had lived with them, seeing them every day parked at the front door, a grim reminder of the hurt, misery and shame of his abandonment. She couldn’t bring herself to throw them.
Many suitors came, but she was wedded to the shoes. Until yesterday, when he decided to show up, all smile and hope. Looking at him, grey and creased, fired an emotion long dead in her. The will to live. She put the shoes in his hands and closed the door on his face.