After
I stood rigid, in the middle of the street, staring into the distance. The rhythmic flash of red, yellow, green, from the only traffic light on main street, held my attention. I couldn’t remember how I came to be here, in the middle of town, standing in the road. I thought about making my way down the street towards the stoplight to head home but stopped myself, distracted by the stinging sensation on the back of my heel. I knew I should have worn more comfortable shoes. My black strappy heels did not fit right and always caused a blister to form. Hiking up the skirt of my emerald green, rockabilly dress I bent down to remove my shoes, allowing them to dangle from my fingers by the straps.
