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SHOE STORIES
The Taxi (Shoe Story #6)
Ellen was still feeling as light as air.
Ellen was still feeling as light as air.
The night was cool and the sky glittered like a disco ball with a million stars.
It had been a splendid evening. She decided it was still too early to go home.
The soft fabric of her skirt rustled softly in the breeze.
Balancing on one leg, Ellen turned a slow pirouette, tracing a circle around herself with the toes of her other foot.
Her skin glowed, pale in the moonlight. A porcelain ballerina.
Without warning, a black car crested the hill. Heavy bass pounded from the sound system.
Travelling in the left-hand lane, it was hurtling directly towards Ellen while the driver seemed oblivious to a looming disaster.
Ellen was still deep in meditation. She spun around once more, a little faster this time.
Suddenly her head jerked up and snapped around, looking back over her shoulder with eyes wide, caught in the car’s headlights.
