Today’s prompt: As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back.
As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back. The yappy dog was right behind her—snapping at her four-inch heels. She’d worn the shoes to impress her new co-worker at the office. Sadly, Brad hadn’t noticed them until she started to limp. When he asked if she had a blister, she told him she felt as if she were walking on a cloud. He laughed. She wanted to cry. The commute home in the subway had been agony. And now this pesky animal. Hopping on one foot, she yanked off a shoe and threw it at the dog.
Let’s see what the other’s wrote: