This is a work of fiction. The characters and situations are purely imaginary, and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended.]
She saw the most delightful pair of shoes at a shop-window. On an impulse, she walked in, put down her bulging shopping bags and asked to try them on.
They were a perfect fit. The three-inch heels less uncomfortable than they appeared.
She was crazy to desire the pair. They would not go with her clothes. Where would she wear them?
“I’ll take these,” she said firmly.
“Buying these for your granddaughter?” The shop-assistant was making polite conversation while the bill was being processed.
“No, for myself.!”Is there any reason why a 75-year old cannot wear bright red stilettos?
Drabble(n) - an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.