HumpDay Quickie #93

Posted: February 10, 2016 in Hump-Day Quickies
Tags: , , , ,

Walking in my Girlfriend’s Shoes
by Fae Fielding

The time had come to open the door.

The moment they first met they discovered a common ground which bound them together.
Theirs was a freedom which kept them a prisoner.
Consider their careers for instance.

He; a fire fighter.

She; a model.

They discussed the expectations which accompanied their roles.
“You have a heroic career and the appearance of a Greek God, but you’re complaining because you attract too many women? Is it such a hard status to live up to?”
“It’s all right for you,” he said, “all you have to do is dress, be natural and pose for the camera.”
“You want to try walking in these shoes.” She said.

So he did.

He liked it.

His inner gaoler locked him in the room with the black dog, swallowed the key until he was ready to take charge.

“Why don’t you leave me here?” He said.

“Your prison is my prison.” She said.

He looked deep into her eyes, saw his reflection mirrored in there and cried.
He rested his head on her shoulder and played with her long, thick brown hair.

“I am feeling how you are feeling.” She said

“That is exactly how it is.” He said.

Being caged, cooped up in one small room, is a lonely existence but now the door was unlocked.

“Let’s go.” He said.

She turned to glance at the pile of long brown hair, on the tiled floor by the sink. Tentatively she lifted her arm to smooth her palm over the newly cropped style, before she dug her hands into her trouser pockets with confidence.
In contrast he flicked his long fair hair from his shoulder, and smoothed down his dress.
Holding hands, they stepped out onto the sunlit road, and faced the town.
They’d found their freedom, unlocked the chains binding them to expectations.

Each walked forward and onward, heads held high, in their girlfriend’s shoes.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s