These shoes are gorgeous, I say to him, but they are awfully big. Why would anyone make such huge shoes?
They were made for a big girl, the old guy says. Or rather, for a girl with big feet.
When I say girl, he says, I mean young woman. Beautiful, she was. But I had no shoes to fit her. She was so disappointed. She loved a pair of red shoes I had, and some green sandals – like those over there – with little tassels. But they were both way too small.
I imagine she was a blonde, I say to him. She’d have to be. To go with those shoes. Or did she have long black hair? And I bet she was dressed in one of those pencil skirts. You know, with a slit up the side.
I don’t know about that, he says. I only noticed her feet. You should have seen those feet walk. No tripping or stumbling for them. I’ve never seen feet walk so steadily, so firmly. They were the kind of feet Continue reading
The red balls bounce and thump and careen around the park. They’re so huge that it’s impossible to grab hold of them.
Freddie’s mom, efficient as ever, gets everyone organized and together they manage to corral the balls in the wading pool. Bobbing on the water’s surface seems to calm the balls down.
At last the Continue reading
I was crossing the park on my way to the library when I saw the poppy-man. I was so excited. I just had to snap a quick photo.
This was the first poppy-person I’d ever seen. I knew others had seen them – my next door neighbour had seen two poppy-kids several weeks before, and then the guy at the dépanneur told me he’d seen a poppy-couple. So I wasn’t the first, but I couldn’t help marveling.
What an experience. Extraordinary. Such joyful shoulders, such happy elbows. His feet! They gave a little skip. They did! I swear!
So then I felt badly about my plan, the one I’d thought up the moment I saw on the news that there was to be a cull of poppy-people.
When they’d first returned – an extinct species, who would have believed it! – they’d Continue reading