Shoes. She loved shoes.
She had a 100 of them.
Heels, flats, open, closed, bright, dull, new and old!
These red ones have to be my luckiest, I wore them on most of my dates, she giggled.
The black, that is the most versatile, goes with anything, she said.
Will you get that gold ones out for me please, they remind me of my parties, she said, her eyes bright, her face lit up.
Her friend indulged her.
She sat with the gold shoes on her lap, like lost in thoughts of another time.
She sat there for hours, almost lifetimes, dreaming, smiling
Till her husband, just back from work, kissed her out of her reverie and wheeled her out into the garden.
Dedicated to all those who can smile through anything.