(Author’s note: There’s a lot of things going on, and my production of fiction hasn’t been very productive because of other factors. I shall have more stuff up soon, but at this time, all I am able to do is Fictioneers stuff. To which, here’s today’s offering.)
Do What You Do
by Miles H. Rost
“So, I noticed that you came in with only one shoe. What happened?”
Bridget Moroney bit her lip as the question hit her with full force. It was the one question she didn’t want to answer.
“Well, I was rushing to get here, and a man pushed me out of the way. My foot stepped onto a drain grate and the heel got stuck. I couldn’t pull it out.”
“Did you think of breaking off the heel?” the interviewer asked, her voice in disbelief.
“It wouldn’t have done much good. So I just took off my other shoe and walked the rest of the way here.”
“Where did you walk from?”
“56th and Broadway.”
The interviewer’s eyes bugged out.