Killer Heels

Wear them, they told her. Company policy.

Company cruelty more like, she thought.

She fidgeted, rubbed her aching calves, wished she could sit, if only for a moment. Despite the agony, she still smiled brightly at customers and dealt with their needs as her blistered heels and throbbing toes screamed for relief.

She watched a male colleague walk by in his comfortable flat shoes and wished, just for a moment, that she could change places with him. Let him be the one to suffer because of ‘company policy’. After all, ties may be uncomfortable, but they certainly don’t draw blood.