This week’s tale is still in the story Til Murder Do Us Part. This week’s word prompt is Lemon. Check out the other entries here.
Once Richard was seated on the driver’s side, he nodded at the floorboard. “Why do you women do that to yourselves?”
“Do what?”
“Wear shoes that clearly are too tight or too uncomfortable for long-time wear. It seems to be some kind of punishment you ladies have to do to atone for your sins.”
“If wearing pretty shoes is atonement for sin, I must have really offended someone recently since this pair is actually hell on earth.” She laughed. “I can’t figure it out. They were fine in the store.”
“Not so fine to be making a getaway from a possibly homicidal former brother-in-law, are they?” He turned the key to crank the engine.
“Now that you mention it, yeah.”
“By the way, what color are we calling those? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pair in such an odd shade.” Richard indicated the shoes with a tilt of his head.
“Do you have a shoe fetish or something?”
“No. Why?”
“You seem to pay a lot of attention to them for someone of the male species.”
“Let’s just say I’ve been with a lot of ladies who have suffered with ill-fitting shoes and I’ve learned to be leery of a high heel.”
“Why is that?” She couldn’t help but giggle at his tone of voice. He sounded as if he had paid some kind of high price at one time as a result of someone’s shoe choice.
“Let’s leave it at my former wife was notorious for buying shoes that were too small for her and call it a day, okay?”
“Someday you’ll have to tell me that story.” Margot grinned, curious about both his former wife and her taste in shoes. “By the way, the shoes are lemon yellow. Or at least that’s what was printed on the box.”
Richard shook his head, muttered, “Lemon yellow, good grief,” under his breath and eased out of the parking space. He made his way around to the exit and out into the street traffic.
Jillian Chantal 