They skittered in different directions. One bounced off the back wall and lay on its side next to a brown knee-high boot. The other landed next to a pair of fluffy pink slippers in the shape of bunnies - the type of slippers saved for emergencies like breakups or PMS or douchy guys on the internet who were friendly and warm one minute and then– Fucking pull yourself together! She stood a moment staring at the shoes, not wanting – or maybe not able – to gather up the energy to set them right. She sighed, a frustrated sigh that hissed out through her teeth. Still a lady. Still a lady. She bent down, righted the blood red suede shoes and set them neatly in between the brown boots and a pair of sneakers. She resisted the urge to pick up the fluffy slippers. She turned away from the closet and sat down at the desk again. The chat window had disappeared from her screen since she quit the conversation – there hadn't been anyone else to talk to. And other things had taken her attention.
