The evil Anti-Shoeites danced
to the xylophone in bare feet beneath their sacrifice. The waiting wingtips and
chattering stilettos knew their steps were numbered.
Those awful
Anti-Shoeites! Though…not to be high strung or anything, but I leaned toward
Anti-Shoeism myself when I wrote this on Sunday after dancing in some cute (I think, anyway), lace-up heels the night before. By the
end of the night I wanted to string them up by the laces. It would have been self-defense,
though, since they were killing me.
Don’t judge a man until you have walked a mile in his
shoes ~Proverb usually attributed to Cherokee tribe
Tammy--
ReplyDeleteAnti-Shoeites? Your SSS only whet my appetite for more. I can see this being the basis for a longer short story.
You would like the ending, Sioux. I won't give it away, but it involves...crocs.
DeleteTammy, you are an expert at word play.
ReplyDeleteI'm deeply flattered, Linda! Thank you!
DeleteWell, of course I love the "Anti-Shoeites." I hope they danced with thumbs and little kicks.
ReplyDeleteOf course. And random gyrations, too.
DeleteI had forgotten about that evil cult, the Anti-Shoeites. Be very afraid, wingtips and stillettos.
ReplyDeleteVery clever SY story, Tammy.
Thanks, Pat!
ReplyDeleteThat one started my day with a smile. Loved it!
ReplyDeletePat
Critter Alley
Thank you, Pat!
DeleteShoes have an uncanny feel that they are no longer useful. It is being fashionable without shoes! That'll be the day! Wonderful write Tammy!
ReplyDeleteHank
That really would be the day, wouldn't it? Thanks for stopping by, Hank!
DeleteOh barefoot dancing!
ReplyDeleteYes...which is what I should've done!
DeleteLove this, especially the last part -- their steps were numbered. Microfiction at its finest.
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