msr things you said after we fell in love + "tell me a secret"
He’d found, or more honestly, tripped over, an abandoned pair of stacked patent leather heels in the entryway to his apartment. Pretty much certain he owned no such footwear, a mystery began to build itself up and unfold red carpet style over the vacuum-requiring floor of his front hall. He examined the evidence before him.
Shoes: heels just high enough to cross the line from “sensible” to “precarious.” Scuffed around the toes and soles, maybe from running in alleyways or knocking off someone’s legs under long wooden tables or shifting weight from side to side in morgues and basements. Small, which spoke for itself. Tumbled haphazardly in his hall like spilled items from a pocket or a purse, implying that the owner was a) very tired b) did not care about his tendency to trip over unexpected shoes in his hallway or c) all of the above.