Those stems of hers went all the way up, and kept right on going.
As you can imagine, that wasn't either of the first two things I noticed about her.
I'd only been in this country for a couple of days, but I could already see why pinching toma toes was the national pastime. I'd be heading home soon, so this was an opportunity with a short shelf life. "Can I get away with it?" I wondered. It wasn't something I was used to doing---not without getting my face slapped, anyway---but what the hell? When in Roma...
ShoeStories™ by Claudia Lynch