Designer suit, locks flowing in the wind, and accessories to compliment the hardware on her handbag. I wanted to walk in her shoes.

Dreams of distinction, I memorized her outfit from head to toe. Her left stride exuded confidence. The right was seemingly hesitant.

Leather shoe unbound; bunion completely exposed.

Shelly Eady is an emerging writer with faith, hope, and a heart’s desire to enrich, inspire, and encourage through the art of written creativity.