Killer Shoes – Tale Weaver #38


Part of a challenge from Mindlove’s misery menagerie,

“It’s got to be Jessie. I’ll get her to go.   When we change that’s when you grab the shoes.” Erica grip on her phone tightens as she envisions the pink shoes.

Randy looks across the fast food plastic table.  His twenty year old eyes narrow.  “Jessie ain’t hanging with you!   Damn, she’s not in our crowd.  She’s like hot.   She’s popular.   We’re mutts around here.   Never going to work.”

“You don’t understand. You never understand! I don’t know why I’m with you.    If you loved me you’d get those shoes for me.” Erica stirs her milk shake, starting at it’s depth for answers to life.

“Fine.” Randy jumps up and leaves.  

Dishwasher at the Wet Spot Bar, Randy didn’t get a lot of attention.  He wandered to work.  He passes the college kids smoking in the alley. His eyes down, these are cool kids.   Attention is a bad thing when you’re outnumbered.

A desert mirage appears before him.   It’s the pink hightops!

“Yo dweeb! Get outta my way!” Jessie stares through him.   Her eyes burn at his soul.

Dumbfounded Randy speaks “Jessie, you’re way too hot for those cheap shoes. I mean,  ahh.”

“Asshole! You got real style, piece of shit!.. Lucky phone saved your ass…  Hello! What do you geeks have no life!  I don’t want to meet up with you,  or Erica.  My God,  I’m a loser.   I’m being asked to hang out with losers!!”  Jessie starts to scream into the phone.

Randy stands behind her.   It’s him and Jessie alone in the alley. A two by four leans against the wall in front of him.  His head fills with a voice “if you loved me..”

Four quick strikes against the back of a loud girl’s head.   The alley becomes quiet.

A terrified Randy drags a body behind a dumpster.  The shoes come off quick.   The phone and purse go in dumpster empty.  

“Erica will be so happy!”  He sings on the way out of alley.   Pulling out his phone he dials “Hey man,  I can’t come in for a bit.  I need a ride.”

Erica smiles she sees the killer shoes. “On I love you!   There great.  Oh no, there an eight.   They’re too small! Take them back! I can’t look at them no more!”

Randy narrows his eyes.   “You have no idea what you have done!”

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