I saw a woman on the train today,
her plump ankles and feet stretched the seams of her sensible flats.
She read a book whose cover was tantalizingly out of view and
a golden snitch keychain dangled from her quilted purse.
It made me wonder if she dreamt of magical places,
where one doesn't have to worry about wearing comfortable shoes.
Story by BKane
4.09.2008
Sensible Shoes
Labels: New York, short story
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