I loved my gold oxfords. They were simple but shiny, comfortable yet dressy. I loved them even though the soles were smooth and I slipped and fell in the middle of Congress Street.
I was going to wear them to Tara’s wedding on Saturday, because they would be perfect for dancing. I was also going to wear them out to a concert on Tuesday. But I guess I loved them too much, because when I put them on Tuesday night, my left foot went right through the sole.
Goodbye gold shoes.
Oh, who am I kidding, I’ll probably try to glue them back together.