If The Shoe Fits
“I want you to take me out shopping. I need a new pair of shoes for Susan’s daughter’s wedding.”
“More shoes??! Imelda Marcos used to borrow from you.” was the first thing he thought – not the first thing he said. That was, “Yes, dear.”
Perhaps the comment he made after the fourth – or was it the fifth? – shop, wasn’t entirely enthusiastic. She’d become a bit curt.
“Fine then, you don’t have to come in. Just wait for me here. I won’t be long.”
Right….he’d just glimpsed The Count of Monte Cristo in the mirror, all long straggly beard and hair.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site, and use her Wednesday picture as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
Archon's Den 
I’m still staring at the pic trying to figure out how this come out of your head … then I remember, hey … it’s Archon’s head!
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You think those tornadoes swirl Kansas around?? My mind’s so spun, only Erickson understands me, and he’s under – the weather- his junker, fixing the tranny – a tarp, on Wrigley Field – the impression we don’t miss him. 😆
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Now that’s funny! … especially as one who understands Erickson more than most,
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Women and shoes … it’s a mystery! 🙂
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Women are a mystery, with or without shoes. 😛 Thanx for the comment. 🙂
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Poor guy will have to hatch an escape plan if he is ever to be freed from the shackles of the shoe tyrant. While he’s at it, he could probably sell her shoe hoard for great riches. You’ve spun a delightful tale.
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She’d notice even one missing. She counts and dusts and talks to them every night. Precious, my precious. 👿
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Dear Grumpy Old Dude, Love that name – Good story and Imelda used to borrow shoes from her? Wow – she must have good AND expensive taste! I enjoyed your story and am sure that he will succumb to vines! Nan 🙂
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I’m glad you like the sobriquet – and the story. For both, I just write from experience. I think he’s already succumbed to something that crept up on him. 😯
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Made me laugh. My husband probably looks like Rip Van Winkle, considering all the waiting he’s done while I’ve wandered in and out of shops over 43 years of married life. ha, ha. hugs for the visual…
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I’m glad to provide a laugh or two. (With me, with me!) After 43 years of marriage, you both probably need some. Handing them out, after almost 48 years of wedded bliss, is what keeps me sane – almost. 😉
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A wise man, to suppress that comment 8^). Very believable. Well done.
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Wise through practice, practice, practice! Thank you for joining our show, already in progress. 😆
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Dear Archon,
I’m sure many a husband has felt this way. Although shopping with my husband at Guitar Center or any camping department hast that effect on me. Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Oh dear, the door swings both ways?? 😕
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Archon, Funny story. The poor man is aging fast. Creative use of the prompt. 🙂 —Susan
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Sorry I forgot to say thanx for visiting and commenting on this one. Thanx 😀
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But then the Count smiled. After all, he still had a Countess, even if he didn’t see her as much as he’d like to…
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….or maybe he’d be willing to see less of her, and more of his bank account. 😯 Not every fairy-tale has a happy ending. 😳
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