Cindi-Ella by Bokerah Brumley

Author:Bokerah Brumley [Brumley, Bokerah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bokerah Brumley
Published: 2019-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

5

Down the Block

Cindi

“Shoes are the finishing touch on any outfit,

and it is important to complete a look with the perfect pair.”

– Tracy Reese

THE SHOES HELD A SPECIAL kind of magic. The kind that arrested attention on runways around the globe.

I stepped out of Once Upon a Ballgown, wearing my favorite dress. I shoved the stack of outgoing mail deeper into my pocket. I wore the only outfit I had that might look alright with the sparkle of the high heels next door.

Mémère had asked me to drop everything in the mailbox at the end of the block before the daily pickup time and then she wished me luck in exploring and reminded me that I would begin work the next week. I waited to leave until I thought The Godfather’s Closet opened.

I loitered in front of Mémère’s shop, pretending to examine the window display. I could go into The Godfather’s Closet or I could deliver the mail. I wanted to visit the shoes... and check on Reggie, but Mémère had asked me to do this one thing for her.

Maybe I could wear the shoes to the mailbox and back. How the pumps made my insides tingle, and that had been while wearing only one of them. I couldn’t wait to try on both of them.

I had been me... but different. What had happened to me? I wasn’t sure, but I liked it, and I liked it so well that it almost frightened me.

Would Mémère understand about the shoes? How could I explain it to her?

“The wrong pair of shoes can change your life, Cindi.”

My instructor’s parting words echoed once again. Had she been right? Shoes made a difference. It was as true for Neil Armstrong as it was for Nancy Sinatra. More than landing on the moon or making a hit song, is this what she had meant?

I stepped back from the storefront, but my brain was still glued to the prettiest pair of pumps I’d ever seen, and the way I felt while I was in them. I wasn’t a high-heel kind of girl, but those...Those made me stare and imagine doing all sorts of not-like-me things in them.

“Cindi,” Reginald bellowed from the door of his shop. “I didn’t expect to see you so early.”

“I’m glad to see you up and about. You must be feeling better.”

He chuckled. “It isn’t the first time I’ve worked myself into needing an unscheduled rest. Would you like to come in?”

I smoothed my hand over the stack of papers in my pocket, undecided. “I have to get these in today’s mail. For Mémère.”

He took a pocket watch from his apron. “The mail isn’t picked up for another thirty minutes. I have something for you. I wanted to thank you for helping me yesterday.”

“Are you sure about the mail?”

“Positive.”

I rushed inside, my footsteps echoing across the square. In my hurry, I tripped on the threshold and bumped into Reggie. He stopped moving long enough for me to regain my balance. “Sorry about that.”

“Think nothing of it.

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