Pixie Dust, Monday, 3/03

[withoutverona]

Romeo was a little late to work on the first day after spring break, and not because he had overslept. His shoes had first argued among themselves over which pair he would wear, and then the winning pair -- brown Steve Madden boots that did look nice, even if they always chafed the backs of his ankles -- made him change clothes four times before permitting themselves to be seen in public.

And then his route to work had been circuitous, as the boots took him out of his way to avoid any patches of mud, grass, or gravel.

As he unlocked the store door, he remembered (with a sinking stomach) the store's wall of shoes. He knew Fandom well enough by now not to hope for peace -- which was good, as he found none.

He walked in to see two pairs of red stiletto heels with peep toes engaged in a death match, each trying to push the other off the display. "Payless tramps, both of them," a much more expensive-looking high-heeled loafer sniffed.

"Oi!" a high-tongued Doc Martens boot greeted Romeo in a Cockney accent. "Richie! Come over here and give us some sugar! An' polish us while you're at it."

Romeo took off his boots before settling behind the counter. It was going to be a very long shift.