For Want of a Heel

"An excellent idea."

Some time later, Sally gathered up her things. She wiggled her toes in the new flats she had added to her other purchases and blew Leslie a kiss.

Leslie smiled. "Come back any time Sally."

"I will," promised Sally. As she shut the door behind her, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. The sign in the doorway had been flipped to read "OPEN".

"Back in business I see." Sally grinned and shifted the bags she was balancing with her laptop. Three pairs of shoes. Her new flats, MaryAnn's pumps and well, Leslie was right. She did have a pair of those pumps in size five and they fit wonderfully. It had been a long time since Sally had turned the tables on MaryAnn and taken her. Maybe it was time for her to do it again. Sally quickened her pace.