The teenage girl walked into the studio set, the blue and white chequered dress swishing around her. She was nervous, this was an important scene in the movie but she followed all the directions and got everything right.
During the lunchtime break, the director and wardrobe designer came to her.
‘You did just fine,’ the director said, ‘but I’m having a problem with the shoes.’
The girl looked down at the sliver slippers on her feet, puzzlement on her face.
‘They are not coming up well on the film,’ the director continued, ‘so, I decided to change them to these ones….’
The wardrobe designer came forward and showed the teenage girl a pair of bright ruby red, shinny shoes that seemed to sparkle with magic.
‘Oh!’ the girl cried, taking the shoes, ‘they are…just….I love them!’
The girl slipped the shoes on, they fitted perfectly. She smiled up at the director and designer.
‘Great!’ the director said, with a clap of his hands, ‘let’s get back to it then! We’ll need to re-shoot this morning’s scenes.’
The abandoned sliver slippers were dumped back in the wardrobe department, totally forgotten forever.
I’d never really thought about it before but it was true what the museum tour guide said; your shoes say a lot about you. I looked down at my own scruffy but comfy trainers, they had spent years on my feet, walking and running through so many different places.
I looked at the scene before me; a traditional Japanese woman trying on an American pair of red high heels. She seemed pleased with them, her husband not so sure. Perhaps he was worrying over the price?
I twisted my trainers around and decided I could do with some new shoes, maybe not as fancy as her’s though.
Mini had to send the shoes back. She had no choice in the matter, she really couldn’t afforded them. Placing them back into the white glossy box, she sighed and wondered if she would have to do the same with the dress. Putting the lid on top, Mini heard the rolling grumbling of thunder and rain hitting against the window.
She went to look outside and saw that her small back garden had become flood and the water was almost at the door’s ledge. Luckily, the weather forecast had given her a heads up and she had already sandbagged the doors and window sills. Mini went back to her bed and the shoes. Taking the plastic parcel bag they had come in, she put the box inside and grabbed the duck tape to seal the end.
Her sister wouldn’t be happy, she thought. The wedding was only two days away and even if it did stop raining there was no way the water would have gone down. A lightening flash came in the window behind her, lighting up the room and showing Mini what she’d rather not see – the emptiness.
She took the parcel downstairs and placed it behind the front door. Her fist tightened on the plastic before she let it drop and turned away. The living room was dark like the rest of the house and an uneasy feeling hung everywhere. Mini turned on the light and sat on the sofa. The storm raged on over head as she looked around the nearly empty living room.
Marks on the floor and walls showed were things had once been. The shoe scruffs in the carpet added to all the other hints that she was moving out. Mini pulled the paperback novel she had left of the arm of the sofa over to her and began reading it.
Sadness and tears covered her face and she thought of the irony of her marriage ending and her sister’s just beginning.