They had been hidden in a box at the bottom of her wardrobe for many years.
“I bought them when I was about your age,” she said when she gently handed me the shoes.
They looked new, so clean and freshly polished. “I look at them from time to time,” my Grandma said and smiled.
“Try them on,” she insisted and so I did. They fit like they had been bought for me.
“They are beautiful,” I whispered, couldn’t take my eyes off them.
“They are yours tonight. Go out and enjoy the new shoes you thought you couldn’t afford.”
(Word count: 100)
This too is based on a real event. Years ago I came home from boarding school, and I felt sad. The class theme for Fasching (Carnival) that year had been announced. We all would dress like our parents and grandparents did in the 20’s and 30’s and we would dance the Charleston. I knew I couldn’t afford it; thought I couldn’t participate. That night my Grandma opened her wardrobe, and I got a pair of shoes and a dress that I had never seen before. I took them with me back to school.
That brings back so many memories. I could write a book.
Friday Fictioneers are held by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Every week she gives us a photograph and asks us to write a story with 100 words or less. It’s fun, give it a try.