Twist it (shake your tail feather).....

This post is a themed writing project challenge taken from Jenny Matlock over at off on my tangent.

Jenny says we can use UP to 100 words to tell our story. It can be fact or fiction. Jenny posts a few words, a prompt that we work from. This weeks prompt is in bold italics.

An involuntary gasp of shock escaped my lips when I opened the shoebox and saw the pointy-toed shoes, then tears slipped down my cheeks.

The new shoes were a gift from my girls, and not in any way unlike, other than size, the pair I wish I’d been given 50 years earlier.

At that time the needs of a small, poor girl went seemingly unnoticed, except maybe by God.

I don't know if there were others who knew too that I had no proper shoes to wear to a wedding…?

But my daughters knew the story and wanted to end it differently.

So 50 years later,

at this anniversary party I would dance.

Wearing my new shoes.


Not part of the Saturday Centus...but just in case a little girl who once had no shoes (yet still managed to dance) happens to happen by...this is for her.