Belongings in the Sand. The Tale of the Red-Heeled Shoes

Frightened, I stood, surrounded by my few belongings. I couldn't help but stare at the sand covering the toes of my new shoes, black, pointy toed, with a flash of red at the heel. Like me-just a flash of the possibility of intrigue. The heat feels like 40 degrees. Cars careen by at outrageous speeds, but this is only...