Startled, Karen
jumped at the sound of the store clerk’s voice. She turned to face the woman, a
smile on her lips.
“I love it. Now,
I need to find the perfect shoes.”
Her smile
widened as the store clerk pulled her excitedly along aisles of shirts and
skirts to the back of the store.
“I have the
exact pair of shoes you’re looking for. Stay right here.”
Leaving Karen
standing in the entrance of the store room, she went looking for the shoes.
Karen could hear
her muttering under her breath, “No, not right, not quite right. Not these
either. Where are those shoes. I know
I stashed them back here somewhere. Ah-ha! Here they are! Yes, yes, these will
be perfect!”
Her triumphant
cry caused Karen to take a step into the stock room, where they both collided.
The store clerk dropped the box she was carrying, spilling its contents on the
floor. Karen’s smile became decisively wicked. She was staring at the most
beautiful pair of heels she’d ever seen. They were about six inches high with a
strap that wound from the ankle up to about mid-calf. Dyed a deep blue they
matched the dress, and the look she was going after, perfectly.
She tentatively
reached a hand out to stroke one of the heels. The store clerk picked them up
before her hand connected, shoving them at her.
“Here take
these, I have a couple more items I think you should add to your ensemble.”
She rushed away,
leaving Karen to happily pet the heels.
©Elvira Bathory Taken from WIP "Envy is only Skin Deep"
©Elvira Bathory Taken from WIP "Envy is only Skin Deep"
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