Attempting to write a short story...hahahaha

Okay, so I completely forgot I had a blog for about...2 months? haha Well, now I've started a new semester and am finally in a writing class! Yay! It feels liberating to write about something..not real, something fictitious! No literary analysis, no research. I make it up, 100 percent. Pretty sweet, eh? Yeah, I think so too. So for lack of other original thoughts I might have during a busy semester at school, I am posting a working draft of a short story we were assigned to write, only requirement was that it had to be less than 500 words and about something small and seeming insignificant in the modern day. I had no idea what to write about, until I wore the wrong pair of shoes, that is. Well, you'll see! :)

Heels

“Thanks for calling me back. I know we just need one more chance and everything will work out again.”

“I don’t know Greg. I promised myself I wouldn’t see you anymore.”

“Don’t worry baby. I’m fixing things right this time. Tonight. Ricardo’s at 7. See you there.”

“Hm, Alright.”

Shannon swept the room frantically for her black heels, throwing pillows and Oreo packages over her shoulder.  She remembered these particular heels being Greg’s favorite. They were cute, why didn’t she wear them more often?

Spotting a long, stiletto heel poking out from underneath last month’s issue of Glamour magazine, Shannon quickly hopped to the door as she put on the slender, black heels. Black clouds threatened in the distance, but Shannon paid no attention to the sky or the umbrella hanging from the hook by the door. The click of her heels on the pavement brought a small smile to her face. She quickened the pace to avoid being late.

Not before long, Shannon noticed on the back of one of her heels, a pea-sized area pressed a little too firmly against the back of her shoe. Shortly after, the other foot began to have the same feeling. The pressure was slight at first, but this small annoyance quickly began to sting as the aggravated skin scraped itself away.

‘That’s why I hadn’t worn these shoes in a while.’

Shannon bit her lip with each step. She couldn’t take them off, the restaurant was so close. She paused to examine her feet. Fresh blotches of red mixed with already dark, dried-up scabs and smooth blisters.  

“You’re coming still, right?”

“Yes Greg, I’m on my way.”

“Okay, but hurry. There’s a game on tonight and I don’t want this to take too long.”

Rain began to pour. Shannon walked briskly, feeling new sores rupture and old re-open. The pain intensified. So close, but Shannon just couldn’t take it anymore. She slipped her shoes off and ran into the restaurant.

“What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for over ten minutes. You’re soaked. Go fix yourself in the bathroom. Dang it Shannon, put your shoes back on. We’re in a restaurant.”

Shannon walked unsteadily towards the bathroom, inspecting her reflection in the restaurant window. Her hair was plastered to her face, her make-up running. And her feet hurt. She paused, bending over slowly to replace the black heels. She glimpsed Greg’s reflection behind her, studying his fingers slither smoothly across his phone as he texted.

Stepping again, one touch of the shoe to the back of her heels sent the familiar ache. Rain continued to pour outside. She just needed to wash the blood off. Greg didn’t notice Shannon step outside as she removed her shoes once more. She lightly wiggled her toes on the cool cement. It felt so good.

“Why are you walking outside without any shoes lady?”

View of the restaurant shrank behind her. Shannon smiled. “It’s all right. I don’t need them. It’s a beautiful day.” 

The end!! hahahaha This was my first attempt at writing a short story, so who knows. I'm turning it in tomorrow to get ripped apart (yay! It's only uphill from here!) and maybe I'll post another rendition. I don't know, we'll see what I feel like that day. ;)  And considering that you, Erin, are the only one who reads this anyways, may I humbly ask for any advice you may expertly have? If any serious, big time employers just so happen to come upon this blog late at night in their pj's, actually making it this far in reading my pathetic post, and are looking for awesome editors, Erin is your girl. Grab her while you can!  She's a hot ticket item and the best you will ever get. Hire her. Love her. *wink*