By Jane Dutton
It was a spring morning just like any other when his wife left for work. She kissed him on the cheek, as usual, and closed the front door.
From behind the net curtain, Giles watched her walk to the end of the road. She turned and blew him a kiss.
Alone in the house, Giles went upstairs to their bedroom. At the back of the wardrobe he found the shoes. He touched the cherry red leather and tenderly caressed the shiny stiletto heel.
Gently prizing his feet into the stockings, he just had to decide which dress would look best today.
I figured this guy would call in his girlfriend–but you turned it upside down. The guy IS girlfriend! Funny and ironic and–a Winner.
Rather well told, a slice of life vignette in so few words ,,, Well done.
Poor guy, he needs his own heels!
Poor guyIS a heel !!!!
Such a simple, elegant, and unexpectedly interesting story! This has my vote as WINNER! Job well done, Jane Dutton.
A thought provoking story from a natural story teller with a gift for the English language.
A sure winner.