An Ordinary Excursion - Life

High Heels

The top of the heels glittered under her fingers as she kept them inside the box.
She picked up the box placing it back in the shelf.

Sighing, she flipped off the lights before walking to the front part of the shop. The workers had gone back home.

The festivities had ended in the evening and so had the sale leaving behind a messy tower of shoe boxes.

It always left her bittersweet. These festivals, that seem to bring with them an overwhelming need to smile o nly to be replaced by a tired sense of relief when they finally end.

She looked at the passing crowd. Sleeping children on the father's shoulder, the mother walks with hair tied back in messy bun, her high heels dangling in her hand.

No matter how hot they make you look, at the end of the day they are a pain in the heels.