peg22 | New Drabble: Personal Effects (Reply)

Was bored and in pain at work and decided to try to write an angsty awful drabble to keep my mind off my back and the fact that I accidentally got myself stuck in an actual nine to five job.

And then the first line just whacked me over the head and I HAD to do it.
Got it down to a drabble and a half . . . not really cheating, right?!

thanks to susan, title queen, for the title. And a shout out again to Sal for the amazing icon.
My words so close to Hutch's lips . . . can I get a whoop whoop?

Personal Effects

by Kaye

I was okay until they handed me his shoes. Blue splattered in red. Tried to wipe it off, but only smudged it deeper. Into the stripes. Into my hands. Stumbled back into the chair as a hundred images threatened to finish the job started this morning with the scraping of a fender and the echo of a shout.

I stared at the frayed laces and thought about those shoes. Up on the desk. Propped on the dashboard. Headed down an alley. Snugged on my lap. Even when Jeeters slashed a two-inch gash in the left one, he wouldn’t give them up. Said they made him run faster. Jump higher. Said they were lucky.

Didn’t even realize what I was doing until they were laced, my brown loafers discarded on top of the latest People magazine, my feet pinched, already howling.

Figured we could use all the luck we could get.