Billie’s Sole Confessions

<p>Billie&rsquo;s heart beat against her ribs as she slipped into the crimson shoes. The air crackled with an unseen energy, and the familiar scent of Mrs. Hernandez&rsquo;s lavender floor polish in the antique shop vanished. Panic clawed at her throat as the floor dissolved beneath her feet, replaced by damp earth and the rustle of unseen creatures.</p> <p>She stumbled, landing hard on the forest floor. Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting long shadows that danced with her fear. Was this some kind of terrible joke? Then, a flicker of understanding. The shopkeeper&rsquo;s wink &mdash; it wasn&rsquo;t amusement, it was knowing. These shoes, they weren&rsquo;t just pretty. They were a reflection of her soul.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/long-sweet-valuable/billies-sole-confessions-8f2fb0b9f5f5"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>