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.
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3 comments:

  1. SuzMarch 14, 2018 at 8:04 AM

    oh my, how interesting
    hope you find you

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  2. AMarch 14, 2018 at 11:30 AM

    Well, that is a lovely short short story.

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  3. 37paddingtonMarch 15, 2018 at 7:21 AM

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

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It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?