Thank goodness it’s finally Friday! I thought it would never get here, yet at the same time it feels like Monday was only yesterday. Time is a funny thing. But in any case, it’s finally time for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Thank you Rochelle for providing the prompt! Enjoy this week’s story.
The Empty Home
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.*
Two shoes in fact. A fine pair of leather work boots. True, there had been that nasty smell of feet sweat when she and her husband moved in as newly weds, but that had been easily fixed. Her mother had raised her to be a handy housewife.
She had so many children, she didn’t know what to do. All of her children came rapidly, one after the other. After she reached kid number thirteen, she lost count.
She smiled to think of them now. The shoe was lonely without them.
This story was inspired not only by the above photo, but by an old Mother Goose nursery rhyme: