An Occasion Requiring Shoes

This was written using the visual prompt at Magpie Tales.

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I was sooo glad to get home and remove those instruments of torture!
I must be getting old! I mostly like to wear something comfortable, and if they are a little bit old and worn I don’t really mind. The heels on those shoes only look low, but when you’ve got to wear them for several hours they might as well be four-inch heels.

I do remember when I used to crip about in four-inch stiletto heels all day at work. Of course, I was eighteen, young and stupid back then and they really did make my legs look good, along with the mini skirts, and they made me taller.  I could actually run in four-inch heels! These days I’m built for comfort, not speed.

I keep these little black shoes strictly for weddings and funerals – and anything else that might crop up that requires a little style. They’re the only ‘dress’ shoes I own.

The weddings have been fewer and farther between, but the funerals are increasing in number. I suppose that’s what happens when you’re nearer the end of your life than the beginning. There will come a time when I will probably know more dead people than live ones. I don’t like funerals, but sometimes they can’t be avoided. When I turn my toes up I don’t want anyone coming to my funeral dressed in black, and I’m going to have Spirit in the Sky by Norman Greenbaum played at the end. If you’ve gotta go, you might as well go out with a good beat.