She
looked at
Marnie loved shopping. It was like a drug to her. No
matter how bad things were, shopping was always the answer. Life had been
pretty awful recently but her daily trips to the shopping centre had been a
lifeline. As long as there was Marks and Spencer, who needed a shrink. Standing
in her bedroom looking at her latest acquisition’s she felt that all familiar
glow, that warm feeling of satisfaction that only the owning of new items could
bring. She was especially pleased with the Gucci shoes she’d picked up this
afternoon. Slipping them on was like dipping your feet into a luxurious bath of
expensive oils. Frankincense or was it Myrrh? She could never remember which
one was the perfume, but if it was good enough for the Three Kings, it was good
enough for her. She’d looked at these shoes every day for a fortnight.
Tantalisingly, teasing her with their glittering jewel encrusted heels
anchoring the delicate tendrils of silver leather designed to criss cross the
foot and gently encase the ankle. A shoe worthy of Ginger Rogers herself.
Today as she’d stopped to gaze in wonder and awe at these
visions of perfection, her heart had missed a beat as her eyes alighted instead
on a pair of Ugg boots, glaring menacingly back at her like a couple of grizzly
bears. Marnie swooned, the blood draining from her face in shock. Why had she
left it too late to make these divine dance shoes her very own. Zombie like, she made her way into the shop
barely registering the rows of sale shoes either lined up in rows or lying in a
jumbled heap on the floor.
‘Excuse me, ha, have you sold the shoes that were in the
w, window?’
‘’Sorry love, have I what?’
‘S, sold the Gucci shoes that have been in the window?’
Marnie sqeaked.
‘Depends love. What size?’
‘S, six please.’
‘Awe right love, take a seat, I’ll have a gander.’
Marnie collapsed onto the nearest seat, barely able
to breathe until the girl materialised, the precious shoes lighting the way
with their luminous lustre. Like Cinderella’s glass slippers they had slipped
onto her feet. Slowly, she glided over to the mirror and pirouetted, never once
taking her eyes from the reflection of her feet. Suddenly, conscious that all
eyes now seemed to be on her, she stopped.
‘You’ll be having them then?’ said the shop assistant,
eyes twinkling.
‘No, not today thanks.’ She’d replied.
****************
The persistent ringing and thumping from the direction of
her door startled Marnie out of the daydream she’d fallen into. Throwing a rug
over the pile on her bed she made her way downstairs.
‘It had to be her. She was the only one who tried them
on!’
Marnie recognised the voice of the shop assistant from
the shoe shop.
‘Calm down Ma’am. I’m sure that we can clear this up if
you just keep calm.’
Marnie opened the door and smiled at the police officer.
‘It’s alright officer. I’ve been expecting you. I’m
afraid that there are a few other instances of shop lifting I’d like to be
taken into consideration.’
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