Like when his sad long eyes shouted I love you!!
That's how you're looking at these shoes. Put them on and feel like magic.
He meant it, didn't he?
Suddenly, you're not the one longing--the shoes are, for you.
Later at work Boss calls you miserable (again), but the magic shoes whisper a novel concept: you are human, with feet that walk.
You quit. Boss's mouth inflates into her everyday cavern of Big Scary Talk, but you're not afraid anymore. This is your big day and you be-bop away from that dead end, onto the open road where you belong.
[I wrote this last year for the Fiction 101 Contest. Did not win, but boy was it cathartic to write!]
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