Crystal Ball Shoe

Watercolor (gouache), markers, and typewriter on watercolor paper


To me the future meant next week, but that wasn’t what she was talking about. We weren’t exclusive, but since she’d just asked me where I saw our relationship going
in the future, I had to figure she didn’t know that.

“Too bad I left my
crystal ball at home today,” I said, trying too hard to be cute.

“Don’t be cute,” she said, “I’m serious.”

I could see that. I tried avoiding her gaze, but those baby blues of hers weren’t going to let me off so easily. She was a nice girl, and I wanted her in my life; I had to figure out a gentle way to tell her I needed our future to look exactly like our past.

ShoeStories™ by Claudia Lynch