DECEMBER 10 2013: BITTER SWEETNESS
Betty Taylor
New Shoes
Americano
“New shoes today,” the carer
said. “Your daughter’s bringing them.”
Ellen remembered the blue kid
shoes she’d worn as a child, the button fastener bright as a bird’s eye.
Snapshots showed her wearing ballet shoes with satin ribbons. Then came
high-heels, the photographs were of Ellen in the front row of a West End chorus
line. She sighed, thinking of the shoes she had worn on her wedding day, oyster
brocade with tiny pearls.
Later, the carer said, “Here we
are dear, nice and roomy for your poor feet.”
The harsh rasp of Velcro tore at
Ellen’s her heart.
About the Author
Betty
lives and writes in Wolverhampton
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