Here is another fun snippet of micro fiction that started with on of Cracked Flash’s prompts. This story was a runner up in the Year 2, Week 30 competition.
By Sara Codair
“Like pain? Try wearing high heels,” she said slipping one nylon clad foot into a glittering stiletto. The way her long fingers danced the laces around her ankle up her calf made me think that my eyes were supposed to be following her hands up her leg, possible further, but I was more interested in the heels.
“What would you say if I told you I had worn heels, and loved them?” I risked eye contact just long enough to make her think I was interested in her body, then returned my gaze to the shoes.
“I’d say you were a kinky fellow.” She lifted her leg in the air, probably trying to get me to look up her skirt, but it was the perfect opportunity to see what size the shoes were.
An 8.5. Just one size too small. I sighed, reached into my pocket and fingered the bills there. “I’ll pay you for two hours if you tell me where you got those shoes.”
“I’ll show you,” she said and pulled me closer.
I backed away. “I’m serious. I have no interest in your services. Just your shoes. I’ll pay you, and you can spend the two hours doing whatever you like. I was going to buy your pair off of you, but they won’t fit.”
“For real?” she asked sitting up straight and folding her legs.
“For real,” I said taking a couple fifties out of my wallet.
“Stella’s boutique, on the corner of 6th and Rockland. Tell her Caty sent you. She’ll give you a deal.”
I handed her the money, left the hotel room and hailed cab, feeling like I was one step closer to finding the holy grail of high heels.
© Sara Codair 2017