So many options to pick from, Dan pondered his choices
High tops, cowboy boots, moccasins, loafers
Or sandals, flip-flops, or maybe his purple Crocs
Eveline slipped on her sensible clack flats and left.
She wasn’t going to be late to the party. Men!
The storm was coming; she could feel it in her bones
Electrical shocks paused through her emotional system
Making her nerves sizzle, waiting for the other shoe to fall
Penelope didn’t want to be this apprehensive
Everyone has a bad day every once in a while
So she was due, and yet she knew this was different
Thunder rolled across her mental landscape. Then the downpour started