Broken Heels

bananas-fruits-grocery-4621By H.S. Quarmby

She shuffled around the supermarket on broken heels, turning her thin ankles. Her thatch of bleached hair obscured most of her face and the childish smudges of makeup.  Her clothes were almost rags, once bought for a night club, the tights were laddered, the short dresses ripped and stained. Her whole posture was painful to watch. Bent over, carrying a can of beans, a packet of pasta. The other shoppers turned and stared as she passed; the shop assistant followed her at a distance, watching her shaking hands.

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7 thoughts on “Broken Heels

      1. Absolutely. Not many people start off heading for that life – what happened to her to bring her to that place. A really good character study 🙂

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