22 October 2012
"Oh Phillip! They're gorgeous, where did you get them!" "All the way from Paris darling, made from the finest French silk." He said, kissing her tenderly down her neck. * * * "I'm sorry sir, we've found no evidence that she's still alive, except the shoe of course. We can't spend much longer searching, if she's ok she'd have let you know by now. I'll get the department to call you tomorrow with any updates."
The instant the door slammed shut he fell to his knees, the tears dripping down his face. The flashes came through the window, they'd got what they wanted. As he turned away from the cameras a grin approached his face. Taking the scuffed satin heel in his hand he climbed the stairs with an almost exited attitude, like a boy was running to check his stocking on Christmas Day. Entering the small secret closet he kept hidden behind the wardrobe his face lit up as he scoped each red satin heel. Walking over to the nearest rack he returned the scuffed shoe to its pair and left chuckling.
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