Walk in elevator.
Young, bald man with thick-rimmed glasses. Graphic designer, I think. Or photographer.
“You going up?” he asks, holding the door.
“Yes.” He’s already pushed a button. We live on the same floor.
Standing.
Snicker. “Nice pink shoes,” he says.
I look down. “Thanks. It’s a new thing. I’m not a pink person.”
“Oh really?”
“Nope. Gotta start with the shoes and make my way up.”
He looks at the elevator door.
“I’ve heard you can fly in pink shoes. They have some type of magical power.”
Shrug. “Yeah, I’ve heard that too. I’m gonna try them out on the balcony.”
“Hope it goes well.”
“Thanks. You'll know if it doesn't.”
Chuckle.
Leave elevator.
I like it. Reminds me of Richard Arlington Robinson's stuff.
ReplyDeletePotentially awkward conversation there. Still, maybe the key really is to start with the shoes.
ReplyDeleteHopefully you had a positive experience with the magic outside of the neighbor's observations.
Pink shoes? Cute. Did the flying work?
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This post makes me smile. I have new orange shoes. I've never been an orange person but they make me smile. Bright colors make me happy. Move me outside my comfort zone, let me be a new person. I'm working on being a bit happier, flashier, magical. I hope they help me fly.
ReplyDeleteI love it, Anne! I was immediately sucked onto the elevator with the two of you.
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