Billie’s Sole Confessions
<p>Billie’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’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’s wink — it wasn’t amusement, it was knowing. These shoes, they weren’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>