her toes peeked out from the tips of the shoes and she wriggled them as she stared down, looking at them as though they weren't hers. the shoes pleased her, happiness building up and manifesting in a smile. another shopper saw her happiness and began smiling as well at the infectious feeling.

while walking to the till with the shoes she began to think about how she couldn't afford them, or shouldn't afford them. her smile evaporated, replaced with a look of confusion. a great argument began taking place, panic mounting, as she tried to decide what to do about the shoes. she desired them more than anything else she had seen in months. i'll never find another pair like them. but i really shouldn't spend the money. but my other shoes are worn out. but they can last a bit longer. but i deserve them after waiting so long. you don't deserve anything.

however inanimate the shoes were, they still had the ability to coax, cajoling her in a seductive voice. you want me. i want you. yes. i want you. putting the shoes on a display stand, excusing herself, walking out of line and leaving the store. the autumn air stung her arms and she put on her sweater.

[09/01/03]