Monday
💩day
flipping burgers & dodgin octopus boss’s slimeball tentacles
Back indoors was chillin on-line when weird ad popped-up, ‘Lucky
Stilettoes
4Sale, killer heels, arterial red, pinprick tipped
&sharp-sharp-SHARP.
Like clickbait I am, followed link. Totes to-die-for but
cash-strapped. 😭
😭
Tuesday
Spent
shift
dodging. Back home lay on bed gazing & gazing @ clickbait shoes.
Then…
…housemate hides cloned credit card in empty fag packet at
back of sock drawer & never ever
locks his door.
Wednesday
Happy
days!
Boss
off sick & after work parcel on doorstep addressed in handwritten
slashes like that chiller
typeface. Even sexier in
flesh. Went clubbing, no plasters needed.
So bloody comfy like part of my feet.
Thursday
100%
dodged
then took new shoes dancing. Did their 
thang coz Tommo asked me back
to his. 😍😍Floated
home wondering why I’ve always been afraid of midnight city coz
underpass totes exhilarating - corrugated shutters, funneling wind,
heels click-clacking
past battened shopfronts.
Friday
Double shift. 🤮🤮Double tentacled. 🤮🤮Day off tomoz TF.
Saturday
OMG. The shoes! Slept till dark then walked for hours – everywhere, anywhere – past neon shopfronts in bright white moonlight, heels click-clacking into City Road Subway, then they just stopped. Walking I mean & couldn’t get them off. Twisted round under deserted strip-lights as distant footfalls dull-thudded nearer. A hooded figure coming nearer, hungry eyes, darting, skittish. He couldn’t believe his bloody luck as shoes danced me forward. High kicking, sliding me, right up to him. Then one shoe shot off & my right hand caught it quicksilver fast by the killer heel - the actual, actual KILLER heel. I was somewhere else sort of watching it happen as his jugular sprayed the subway crimson.
Sunday
They’re
redder this morning, sharper, shinier. I’ll wear them to work &
boss’ll think it’s his
day. 🤣😎😈💀💀💀
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