Can't live without shoes

‘What are they?’ He points at the bags.

‘Shoes.’

‘Shoes?’

‘They were on special offer. Thirty percent off.’

‘But you bought three pairs.’

‘They were a bargain.’ She turns away.

‘You have a closet full of feckin’ shoes, Gemma,’ he says, trailing after her. ‘You don’t need any more shoes!’

‘I like shoes!’

‘You’ll have to return them. Have you any idea how much trouble we’re in? The three credit cards are maxed out and you’re buying shoes!’

‘They were a bargain!’

‘They’re just more debt!’

‘I like shoes.’

He leaves. It’s that or he’ll stab her with a stiletto.


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.