Dancing Shoes
Her feet tapped, they often did. She had always loved to dance. Closing her eyes she could see them sweeping across the ballroom, red gown swishing around their legs, he effortlessly swung her around.
She reached down and scratched her ankle and smiled. They were good days, before marriage, children, they had been so happy. That was before.
George fell asleep driving, lost his life. She was lucky to survive, now as she grabbed the wheels of her chair, looking down at her stumps she wasn't sure. She put the red shoes in their box, never to be worn again.
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Caroline