Wednesday, March 14, 2018

In Her Shoes



My mother left this world two years ago yesterday. Yesterday I wanted to write something, but didn’t know what to write, so I just worked on a short story wherein a woman’s 25-year-old daughter goes missing. In the story the mother puts on a pair of the daughter’s shoes and vows to wear them until her daughter returns.


This morning I realized that the slippers I brought with me to the Vermont Studio Center were my mom’s. I’ve been slipping into them everyday here after I leave my snow-caked boots in the front entryway.

3 comments:

Suz said...

oh my, how interesting
hope you find you

A said...

Well, that is a lovely short short story.

37paddington said...

What A said. You wrote a complete and beautiful story in this post.