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“Would you look at her?!”

He looked. He approved. “Heheh. Nice pair.”

“Oh, put your tongue away,” she snapped. “What on earth is that she’s in, anyway?”

“Red patent leather, by the looks of it.” He paused. “Or maybe it’s PVC.”

She seethed for a moment before dismissing the newcomer. “She’ll never last long.”

“I dunno,” he said. “She looks pretty sharp. I heard she’s Italian.”

“Italian? What’s that got to do with anything? I mean, she may be sharp but the question is, is she a good fit? That’s the most important thing.”

“Oh Dolly,” he said teasingly. “You’re just jealous because you don’t have her stature.”

“Doctor Marten,” she said. “There is absolutely no shame in being a down to earth, sensible shoe.”


© Kari Fay

(Author’s Note: Something short, light and silly is in order today, I think.)