The Red Shoes
En novell av mig, som jag även tänkte göra film av snart.
The red shoes had been alone for quite some time now. Their previous owner had put them in a bag about a month ago, walked it to the nearest second hand shop and left it to a woman named Hannah. The place was called The Meringue, and carried fashion from the early 60s up until today. Every Saturday, women from all over the city would come in to look for little treasures you normally wouldnt find in a store.
The red shoes didnt see the shop lights until on the 13th day, when they were taken out, polished up and put in the shoe section. Second row down, three spots to the left.
It was a woman named Sarah Lee Marcus who first found them. She was one of those high street business women who had so much money she could buy herself an island if she wanted to. Still she came in here sometimes, dark glasses on and her light brown hair in a tight bun as she searched the shelves and boxes for something she didnt know until she found it.
When she saw the shoes she almost smiled, which was very unusual for Sarah Lee Marcus. Sara Lee Marcus was not a smiler. Sometimes she lifted her eyebrow, but only if she really cared. Sarah Lee Marcus, was unhappy. And today she was going to die.'
She never tried anything on, and why should she? If what she bought didnt fit she could just throw it away or give it to some poor bum on times square. She picket them up effortlessly, making her way towards the register.
Hello miss Marcus, welcome back. Find anything in your liking? Hannah said while wrapping the shoes up in magazine paper. Sarah Lee Marcus didnt answer. She simply handed over a 100 dollar bill, took the bag from Hannahs hands and walked towards the little shop door.
But, miss-
Keep it.
The bell rang behind her, and as the door closed she was already gone. When reaching central park, she sat down on a bench and took her black pumps off. She unpacked the Red Shoes and tried them on. They seemed to be fitting allright. This made her content. They were perfect for what she was about to do. She was going out classy.
Sarah Lee Marcus always took a cab. Today was different, so she didnt. She simply started walking. The Red Shoes matched her pencil skirt perfectly and she that knew people were looking. Why not, she thought. Look while you can.
As she reached the train tracks, hours had gone by. The darkness was nowhere to be seen, however, since it was a bright warm summers day and the time showed barely six oclock. She now had eight minutes until the big finish. On time, as always. Sarah Lee Marcus was a punctual woman. She sat down on the dracks in front of her, opening up her purse to better her make up. Red lips. Classy. Red shoes. Classier. Her green eyes glistened in the evening sun and she liked what she saw. Sarah Lee Marcus, was beautiful.
She put her things back in the bag and threw it carelessly into the grass behind her. As she layed down she felt a breeze coming on, caressing her pale skin softly. She had always liked this feeling. She studied the clouds, like when she was little. Made them look like dragons, lightning bolts and big fluffy hearts. The sound was now appearing in the distance. Chucka chucka chucka chucka. The time had now come. The tunnel 120 feet away filled up with the sound of the train, and as it appeared on the other side, the sound of the horn filled the air around her. The birds In the trees around her fled their way across the sky, but Sarah, Sarah did not flee.
A big black beast in the corner of her eye, was the last thing she saw before life was taken from her.
Red lips. Red shoes. Red blood. Sarah Lee Marcus, in death was smiling.
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