The Lady In High Heels
As I walked along the travelator to the Jubilee Line, I was passed by a lady walking fast in the space between the two moving walkways.
She was striking from behind in a short leather skirt and very high heels. Almost as if to show herself off, she was carrying her lightweight coat over her arm.
It got me thinking about C; my late wife.
In the 1960s, she wore skirts, as short as any girl does today, but she never ever wore heels higher than four or five centimetres or so!
She even got married to me in flat shoes!
But she did show herself off and would deliberately click her heels as perhaps she walked between tables in a high class restaurant. I remember her doing this in a Michelin-starred restaurant in London and when I told her how all the mainly-male diners had followed her with their eyes, she was obviously pleased.
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