FORBIDDEN WISHES

FORBIDDEN WISHES

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Jessica stood at the back of a small boutique staring at the calm grey flats that looked comfortable to wear with any white cotton sundress or her white denim capris. Hmmm, she thought to herself, I’m ready for simple, elegant and a tasteful kind of life. A pair of shoes says a lot about a person. Her phone rang, she answered knowing that this call she couldn’t push to voicemail.

“Yes, I’m here now, face time really? Ok, all right.”
She turned the phone around so the caller could see the shoes.

“You like them? I thought this was what you wanted, you want 2 inches higher? Good luck with that, you get what you get on short notice.”

She turned to the row behind her and lifted up the spiked, red platinum heels that could leave damage to a newly laid sod. Her fingers glided down each spike that lined the heel. They glimmered as if they were dipped in silver but gleamed like platinum. The spikes were sharp and could scratch anyone that dared to touch them in a non-respectful way. They were like guard dogs for her precious gorgeous feet, that seemed to be a fetish for freaks like the one on the call.

“Twenty minutes you say, well this will have to do whether you like it or not, yea I’m calling the shots on this one….. well I guess I’m busy then.”

Jessica hung up…counted down under her breath in a whisper, 5-4-3-2-1. Bingo! The phone rang as she predicted, she answered and hung up. Again counting down as she stood there in her stocking feet with a tight jean skirt and bulging breasts out of her laced white top, red bra showing underneath. 5-4-3-2-1. The phone rings, she says hello this time.

“You ready to play nice or shall I punish you? We’ll see about that, don’t be so sure of yourself. I’ll be there when I get there.”

She hung up knowing every word out of her mouth was a damn lie. She might not even show up, that would shut his trashy mouth. Not all the money in the world would she said to herself…not all the money in the world.

She grabbed the spiked heels and walked to the register but stopped and turned back and grabbed the grey flats. The flats that spoke to her, made her remember who she use to be and who she wanted to be again.

 

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