You and your best friend were vacationing together. A weekend of shopping the sales in luxury department stores. She’d shown you what to buy and told you you were gorgeous every time you tried something on.
You turn the clogs over in your hand. Buttery soft leather. You felt a little foolish the last time you wore them. They’re a bit too dressy and a little too high. They turn your modest walk into a swagger.
Can you still call her your best friend, though you haven’t spoken for … my goodness … how long has it been?
You place the shoes in the give-away box on top of outgrown dresses. Your hand lingers.
That last phone call was awkward, you and she unable to fill long pauses.
There's no denying the shoes are gorgeous, but they no longer fit your wardrobe … or your life.
You wonder how she’s doing.
The closet shelf looks empty. Maybe you’ll wear them one last time.