© C.E. Ayr
A series of setbacks had hampered her at work. She had gotten sick, a man had left her, and she’d made a few highly noticeable mistakes. Finally she received her termination notice.
Before long Evelyn was wandering the streets alone. Where could she go? What could she do?
Up ahead on a sidewalk grate she spied a little shoe lost, tattered but still wearable. Next to the grate on the sidewalk was the marking "E48." Why shouldn't she go for it? There was no reason not to.
She decided she would!
Inside the trendy Bistro E48, Evelyn feasted on Lobster Newburg, thought about how good it was to have a Golden Parachute, and admonished Claude the proprietor to get rid of the unsightly little shoe lost on the grate next to the restaurant's name on the sidewalk.
Yes, nobody need feel sorry for Evelyn. After dinner she'll wander the streets alone back to her penthouse condo and her several hundred pairs of designer shoes. Ain't unemployment a bitch?
The other Friday Fictioneers have many other takes on the picture prompt above and you can access them all by clicking here. There's no telling what they've done with the little shoe lost.
Maybe somebody even polished it. In that case, I think I'll take it!