January 18, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes boots. Whose boots are they, where do they go and what is their significance? Go where the prompt leads.
These boots are made for walkin’, that’s how the old Nancy Sinatra song goes.
Well Nance me old fruit, these ain’t! They bloody well hurt.
Two hundred and fifty quid for Top of the Range Hikers down the drain. They need to change the logo to ‘Toes of the Painful Blisters’.
Gonna stick to trainers for twenty, when I can walk miles a-plenty, haha.
Either that or take the bus.
‘Hey! Simon! You comin?’
‘Yeah, sure. Just tying me laces.’
My feet were killing me, but it would never do to complain, especially as this was our first date.
Written for Charli’s Carrot Ranch challenge:
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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes!
We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
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Oooouch, I can relate to this! I did a 14km hike with blisters due to poor hiking boots, and it’s a pain I’ll never forget
Nothing worse than ill fitting boots. I loved your start back to Nancy. Good humour.
Thanks Irene.
Ha! The critical breaking in phase.
Literally………. of skin, poor soul (sole?)
Ha ha ha ha. Complain and you are branded forever as a cribber and crier, don’t and you lose two good feet. Certainly a tough choice 🙂
Depends whether he considered she was worth it.
I can commiserate. I like that this character refrains from complaining, though. He’s trying!
He’s in lurve…………….. 🙂
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Yikes! I agree with comfort! ❤