Decisions, Decisions {Yeah Write Speakeasy} (Kimmy and David Chapter 13)

“Hey Lize, can you hand me my black shoes?”

Liza grunted.

“I guess I could be a bit more specific.” Kimmy agreed, flashing a mischievous smile.

Liza snorted.

They caught each other’s eyes in the mirror and the snort turned to giggles, until laughter rushed over both of them like a dam opening.

After surviving two long days nursing Kimmy’s mini-meltdown and watching  a marathon of movies like “Love in The Time of Cholera”  Liza was  as usual,  eager to facilitate her best friend’s reentry into the world.

“Shoot, I have to be at the courthouse in 30 minutes. I really should get my ass moving.”

“Well, I must say, your ass looks good girlfriend.”

“‘The cry your heart out diet” Kimmy nodded, admiring her rapidly shrinking backside in the mirror, “Who says indecision and depression are bad for you?”

“So. Shoes?” Liza inquired.

“Yep. Black ones.” Kimmy nodded.

“Well that doesn’t exactly narrow it down, Kimber, you own 30 pairs of black shoes”.

“34.” Kimmy corrected, winking.

“Ok, 34. So which ones?”

Kimmy turned to the glass to straighten her skirt, “I’m not sure.”

A unwelcome cloud of uncertainty filled the room, but Kimmy shook her head, dispelling it.

“Here, help me pick.”

Liza couched down inside Kimmy’s overstuffed closet and started grabbing at the racks.

“How about these?” Holding up a black pump with a 3 inch stiletto.

Kimmy bit her bottom lip. “Too sexy.”

“These?”  Liza swung a pair of Mary Jane platforms in front of her.

“Not sexy enough.” Kimmy tsked  screwing up her face, “Geez, I’m not a nun, yet, Lize.”

“Well you need to choose or compromise now, because we need to get the hell out of here before you miss your train.”

As if to prove her point Liza started flinging black shoes at Kimmy.

Flats, clogs, high heels, pumps, strappy sandals, and even a pair of long forgotten flip flops sailed past Kimmy’s head in an ebony cloud.

Ducking she shouted, “Ouch. That hurt! No! Not those. Liza! Put those back on the rack! Oooh maybe these. Or these.”

Kimmy grabbed two different shoes.

Using her index finger as a shoehorn she eased her left foot into a shiny snakeskin peep toe that was about 2 ½ inches high, she felt her calf stretch with the lift.

Then she slipped the toes of her right foot between the straps of a platform cork wedge, the muted black of the leather crisscrossing her toes, complimenting her shell pink nails. She pulled the back strap and settled it on her ankle.

She turned to inspect each one and saw at once, both would compliment this outfit. The peep toe was classic and businesslike; the wedge was classy and understated.

Just like the two men she had choose between. Both of them would fit into her life.

Suddenly the cold dark uneasiness she’d felt for the past week began to creep back into her chest. Staring at her shoes, she was convinced, once more, that you can love two things, two people, for completely different reasons, and want them both.

Liza had gotten her off the couch but it was going to take more than a shower and some makeup to move her past this.

“Liza, what do you think?”

“I like both pairs, it’s like each one is perfect with that skirt”

“You’re right. They both belong.”

Liza looked  up and realized they weren’t talking about shoes anymore.

Kimmy’s cell chimed with a message. Her heart clenched as she read Marco’s words; ” ItalyA breakI only want what’s best for you.”

She ripped one shoe off and found the match for the one she  was still standing in.

Grabbing her bag and rushing toward the door, she yelled, “Lize c’mon! Change of plans.”

A startled Liza followed behind, shouting questions in a squeaky worried voice, but Kimmy ignored her and punched the button for the elevator over and over willing it to come as she formulated a plan.

Maybe a choice had (finally) been made for her and for the first time in months, she felt like it was the right one.

Yep, the rightness eclipsed every mistake made along the way.


 Yeah Write Speakeasy:


  • You must include the following sentence as the LAST line in your submission: “The rightness eclipsed every mistake made along the way.”
  • Reference the media prompt here. 
  • Must be less than 750 words



This is part of my ongoing fiction series: The Love Story of Kimmy & David. 

For the rest of the story, click their tab at that top of my blog.

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Kirsten is a wife after years of dating, a mom after years of infertility & a lover of shoes, words, NYC and TV dramas. A storyteller and daydreamer at heart, this is the place where her stories come to be told. Thanks for visiting.


  1. but… but…



    I love this entry, Kir. But then, I always love what you write.
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  2. I guess I need to go back and read more, this was quite entertaining. Nice use of the prompts. I like your style. Really drew me in and made me care.
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  3. Shoes, excellent choice to make decisions. Good write and clever unfolding.
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  4. It’s been so long since you’ve posted a segment to this story – I’ve missed it! Another great part, but I want to know a) which shoes she picked and b) if she made a decision about Marco vs. David :)
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  5. Very entertaining and I loved the fact that she had so many shoes 😀
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  6. I liked how they realized they were no longer talking about shoes. That was an excellent segue. In the end, it seemed like she had a plan and all of Liza’s support finally helped. This ended on a positive note, and I like that.
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  7. Love the shoe analogy! And I love the natural, easy dialogue between Kimmy and Liza. Great take on the prompts! :)
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  8. I really love how you wove your story of choices and decisions, by creating a parallel between the two pairs of shoes and two different men. It was very clever storytelling at its best, and you left me wanting to read more, because I’m still not sure which pair of shoes and more importantly, which man she chose!

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  9. A girl, her shoes and best friend. I think every girl has had a similar crisis. But at least she was able to decide! Who knew shoes could be so intuitive?

  10. KIr, I loved this. The dialogue was natural and funny, and it’s so true how love can be so flighty. You did a great job with the prompts!
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