Tales of the Überbernatural: Shoes
by Alice and Dinah
As I staggered across the dusty patch that served as a parking lot years later, I remembered why I had deja vu…
The light came in through the window hard that morning, bouncing off every surface and aching my eyes before I opened them.
What I needed to do was get dressed.
I hadn’t worn a pair of heels for weeks because we were moving again, and on average I stayed on my feet for 18 hours a day. That’s why I lost my job; not because I wore flats to work, but because we were moving (again).
Twice I’d skipped out early to meet Dinah at the storage space; only twice. It turns out skipping out twice counts against you thrice when your boss hates your guts.
Another job was on offer; a better job, so I had to find my job interview clothes. They were in box somewhere…And very wrinkled.
Dinah and I sat on the floor eating toaster waffles and alternately chugging the real maple syrup her cousin from Vermont sent us and a bottle of Dickel.
“It’s Taco Night,” Dinah said.
“I need shoes for this interview. My suit I can pick up at the cleaners, but I need shoes.”
“We need to talk to Debbie,” Dinah said, lighting a cigarette and a joint simultaneously and exhaling. “Debbie got shoes,” she said between gasps.
“There’s a price on those shoes,” I said.