Montreal’s road signs are renowned for being prolific and incredibly complicated. But here Continue reading
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Those Kind of Feet
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 Way We Walk: Writing Lesson From a Tight Skirt
The road was closed for infrastructure repairs. Although the sidewalk was open, a huge machine at one end of the road was sending clouds of dust and grit into the air.
To get away from the dust, I turned left into an alley. As I squeezed past the big truck blocking the alley, a large shiny SUV swung in at the other end.
The SUV paused halfway along the alley, clearly waiting for the truck to move out of the way. The truck driver’s door hung open and there was no sign of him. In any case the road was blocked, so there was no way the SUV would be able to get through.
The SUV horn blared Continue reading