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Tiaras and Trucks

Friday, July 15, 2011

Regaining Her Footing



the prompt:
I'd like you to write about your character (or yourself) and a pair of his or her shoes.

Those shoes can be real or symbolic, they can hurt or be super comfy but I want to see what they say about the life of the person wearing them. It's a chance to use all those descriptive words I love reading.

I hope this post can stand alone, but if you're interested in Greta's backstory, there's a menu tab "Greta's Story" that can catch you up. The piece leading into this week's story introduced the red shoes she's wearing on her date with Drew.

With Drew in the restroom, Greta reapplied lip gloss, then blotted it impatiently on her napkin, carefully refolding the dark cloth to hide the pearl sheen left on the thin material.  Silently thanking the waitress for the generous pour of prosecco, she gulped down a swallow of wine, shaking her head.

Of course she was nervous, awkward even.  This was the first date she’d been on since her divorce.

Date.

Was it even a date?  Drew had asked about dinner so casually she hadn’t even really answered, until he had asked if she would rather meet him at the restaurant or walk over together from her apartment.  Even on the walk over, he seemed so relaxed she was still concerned he was simply being friendly.

Conversation flowed easily between them, almost in rhythm with the clicking of her heels against the sidewalk, but when he excused himself from the table after ordering, her doubts attacked her confidence.

“You’re only talking about running!” Doubt chided.

“That’s how we met,” she argued with herself.  “It makes sense to talk about something we have in common.”

“Just wait.  If he starts talking about chafing, you’ll know he’s filed you into the friend column,” Doubt warned.

Her fingers nervously slid around the stem of her wine glass again, the sensitive pads finding the seam in the glass before she pressed her palms against her thighs, comforted by the familiar denim, worn into flattering softness.

Looking up from the effervescence bubbling up in her glass, Greta caught Drew walking back to the table.  Without thinking, she crossed her legs, and her doubts dissipated like the bubbles floating to the surface in front of her. 

Unaware that she was watching, the movement of her legs caught his eye, and there was no mistaking the appreciative glance that followed the line of her jeans down to her impossibly high red shoes.

Greta raised her glass again, sipping instead of gulping, letting the bubbles sit for a moment on her tongue before sliding down her throat with a tickle.  His unguarded eyes, hopeful and anticipatory, saw her in a way that went to her head more quickly than the wine, relaxing her laughter into something welcoming and genuine. 

As if reading her mind, Drew steered the conversation away from running, finding new common ground, like the same second choice college, and some endearing differences.

“Philosophy?” Greta asked, trying to keep her eyebrows from flying into her hairline as she inadvertently swept her eyes over his casually expensive jeans and the rolled up sleeves of his gently starched shirt.

“I always thought philosophy majors were so full of angst,” Greta tried to explain.

“Hey.  I smoked cloves for a while, ok?” he defended, raising his eyebrows back at her as she collapsed into decidedly inelegant giggles.

“Would you like to walk down to the water for a while?” Drew asked, after deftly paying for dinner before she noticed the slim leather folio discretely placed on the table.

Greta grimaced inwardly, her feet throbbing a little, even though they’d been off their feet for almost two hours.  Torn between comfort and pain, she opened her mouth to speak, then closed it.

Misunderstanding her pause, he fell over his own words, “Oh.  Sorry, we –"

“No…it’s just…these aren’t the best shoes…” her voice trailed off, and she cursed inwardly for not just saying yes and worrying about stabbing pain in the balls of her feet tomorrow.

Two sets of eyes rested on the glossy red leather resting against the ebony leg of his chair.

“They’re perfect shoes,” he said firmly, smoothly regaining control of the situation.  “Let’s go next door for coffee.  We can walk by the water next time.”

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30 Comments:

  • At July 15, 2011 at 7:54 AM , Anonymous Rebecca Watson said...

    Ohhh, I like this post - and can't wait to read more from you! I'm your newest follower from www.justcherishtoday.com - hopefully you can swing on by and enter my giveaway!!!

     
  • At July 15, 2011 at 9:59 AM , Anonymous Jennifer said...

    Wow. Nice recovery on Drew's part! I loved all the different characteristics the shoes took, seducer, confidence builder, almost foil, back to seduction. I think that a great number of us have been in the situation of asking, "What was I thinking?" When wearing the 'big girl shoes' as I call them. And I felt that pain exactly where I knew Greta would get it.

    Nicely done!

     
  • At July 15, 2011 at 10:11 AM , Anonymous jentos23 said...

    I love this story about Greta. Good job with the prompt. I could feel her nervousness and awkwardness in the bathroom with her.

     
  • At July 15, 2011 at 11:25 AM , Anonymous Mrs. Jen B said...

    Oooh I just want to clap my hands for the both of them! :) The reference to chafing made me laugh out loud - yes, I can see how that would put them in the "friends" category!

     
  • At July 15, 2011 at 12:38 PM , Anonymous Kpiccini said...

    WWow, it's so good, her story is going along so perfectly. Ang, every detail felt right, like puzzles pieces..and the shoes were wonderful. Thanks so much for writing and enjoying this with me!!! Xo

     
  • At July 15, 2011 at 2:02 PM , Anonymous Galit Breen said...

    *Sigh* You captured the angst of first dates perfectly.

    And that ending? *Swoon*

    Keep it coming, Mama!

    XO

     
  • At July 15, 2011 at 2:52 PM , Anonymous BalancingMama (Julie) said...

    Great story!

     
  • At July 15, 2011 at 3:28 PM , Anonymous Roxanne Piskel said...

    Aw, I love this so much.You capture the awkwardness of a first date (especially after divorce) pretty perfectly.

     
  • At July 15, 2011 at 3:37 PM , Anonymous CDG said...

    Oh, good answer, Drew!
    Love a man who can appreciate the pain/fashion ratio!

     
  • At July 15, 2011 at 4:32 PM , Anonymous Elaine said...

    Good man.  I think I still would have walked with him though... ;-P  

    I really liked this.  Felt like I was on the date myself.  Nice job!!

     
  • At July 15, 2011 at 9:39 PM , Anonymous Lex said...

    By the water, I would have gone barefoot. ;)  

    This is excellent!  The writing flows easily through my mind's eye and I feel like I'm the fly on the wall.  I understood the chemistry between them in how her doubt only appeared when she was away from him. 

    This was an excellent line!

    “Just wait.  If he starts talking about chafing, you’ll know he’s filed you into the friend column,” Doubt warned.Cracked me up!!

     
  • At July 15, 2011 at 9:43 PM , Anonymous Abby said...

    I love it!

    "Misunderstanding her pause, he fell over his own words, “Oh.  Sorry, we –"

    That line made me so uncomfortable because I hate how confustion and doubt can take over such potentially great moments. Thank goodness it ended on a good note, a very good note. I loved the connection. Great post!

     
  • At July 15, 2011 at 10:31 PM , Anonymous Jackie said...

    I like this! It's interesting and I'd like to see where you go with it.

    Why didn't she go for the walk  & take her shoes off?

     
  • At July 15, 2011 at 11:01 PM , Anonymous Nichole said...

    It feels like paid extra attention to your dialogue...or else the chemistry between them is so perfect that the words just flow.
    Either way, I LOVE this story and can't wait to see where it takes them. 

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 12:48 AM , Anonymous Cheryl said...

    Chafing! HA!

    I liked her nervousness, and the pacing of this. And happy he appreciates her!

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 2:34 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Ah chafing!  Funny in writing, not so funny during humid runs :(

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 2:35 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    This comment made my day, because I DID work hard on it.  I know dialogue comes very naturally to some writers, but I struggle with it a ton.  Thanks Nichole :)

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 2:35 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    I think she is so nervous about dating again that she just kind of blew it!

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 2:36 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thank you!  I'm glad the potential misunderstanding was cleared up :) but it's so true that this happens and things just get derailed.

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 2:37 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thank you!  I think if she would have thought about it, she would have been more prepared for her answer.  She's nervous :)

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 2:38 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Maybe she has stinky feet and didn't want to take off her shoes?  (kidding!)  I think they'll get their walk eventually :)

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 2:39 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    It's unfortunate that a pain to fashion ratio even exists, but it's definitely there.  Platform stilettos are better than non-platform stilettos, but neither are exactly comfortable ;)

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 2:39 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thank you!  I haven't been on a first date in so long I had to really use my imagination here.

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 2:40 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thank you!

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 2:40 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    What a cool guy, huh?  She deserves a decent one!

    I'm glad you liked it my friend!

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 2:41 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    I love when I am writing, and it just happens.  Yay!

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 2:41 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    My husband and I discuss our running/chafing now :(  It's a little unfortuante when you think about it!

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 2:42 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thank you!  I'm glad that came through :)

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 7:46 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    "big girl shoes" exactly!  Thank you for your kind words.  I was a little worried about the shoe prompt, since the shoes were kind of important in the last prompt for me, but I think it worked :)

     
  • At July 16, 2011 at 7:47 PM , Anonymous Angela said...

    Thanks for following!  I will check out your site later today :)

     

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