Becca heaves her bag onto her shoulder, making sure she has her lunch, her phone, her bus pass. Another Monday. Joy.
Out of the elevator, she pauses at the door to the street, looking down.
New shoes. Brilliant new shoes. Stylish new shoes. Affordable new shoes. Comfy new shoes. She couldn’t wait to wear them. Brilliant black, blinding white. Wannabe swoosh.
And before she walks an entire block in the Pacific Northwest wet, the black and white will be gray all over. Ruined.
“…point of having shoes I can’t even wear outside,” she mutters, heading back up to change.
Each week at the Ranch, Charli Mills hosts a flash fiction challenge. This week’s prompt: “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features something black and white. It could be a nun in a zebra monster truck, a rigid way of thinking, a bird in a tuxedo — be imaginative and go where the prompt leads.”
99 Monkeys 
Gonna have to plug Keens here. What ever happened to galoshes?
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Are Wellies close? 😉 I love my Wellies.
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Wanna be swoosh! Almost-Nike-like… My daughter has a beautiful office and keeps a nice pair of shoes there. Ah, but there is the rub — that’s a luxury.
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Nike-like! Made me laugh out loud. Your daughter has the right idea. I keep a few pair of nice flats at work. No way am I wading through the PNW rain and ruining my shoes every day.
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