Photo Story: The Red Shoes
None of the passengers notice his glare. The lock in his gait, the crush of shoulders, hemming you in. You pull out your phone, carefully hiding the mace in your purse. Insurance, your mother said. You’re texting her now to pick up your kids.
The train lurches to a stop between stations. The air conditioning fizzles. You feel the tickle of sweat beneath your bangs and resist the urge to wipe your brow.
You imagine fists forming in his pockets. Your toes grip the insoles of your new red shoes. He found you. You wish you could click your heels.
Photo Credit: tokyoform
At first, I assumed she was just being overly vigilant – then it took quite a turn. I could feel the dread and the menace. Effective.
Thank you!!
Ominous and haunting. Isolated and trapped. Leaves you wondering what happens next. Very cool!
Thank you so much for reading!
Well done!!!
Thank you so much!