A Work Untitled

She puts the black heels with the ribbon lace up next to the ancient copy of the Oxford dictionary her grandfather bought her.

The dictionary smells of thrift store.

Dusty and used.

Since her grandfather died it reminds her of him.

She put the shoes next to the giant heavy book, because one day she might wear them. They make her look tall. They give her legs a shape she assumes men might enjoy. Maybe she won’t shirk from the attention if it’s the right type of guy.

Maybe, like one day she might start her novel.

 

5 Comments

  1. Dear Bryan,
    First, thank you for your service from a grateful military wife. Second, welcome to Friday Fictioneers. I could smell the book. Nicely done.
    Shalom,
    Rochelle

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  2. Lake Writer says:

    Love this, the cadence and the mood. Really enjoyed it.

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  3. yuhublogger says:

    I like the way you penned the character’s thoughts.

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  4. Welcome to our little clan. As Rochelle said, I could smell the pages of the book.

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  5. Welcome to FF … interesting take on the photo prompt.
    Nostalgic …
    Isadora 😎

    Like

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