MOTHER AND DAUGHTER, A PAIR OF BOOTS IN COMMON

Goodbye Boots

Published on Tuesday, January 7, 2014

This illustrated story was submitted by stivalimania@gmail.com.

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03 – Goodbye Boots

The day after the night at the club, I met my friends in the afternoon at the beach. There also was Tilde but she didn't say anything about her boots. That meant two things: either the pretty blonde didn't want to tell us what had happened to her shoes or her mother didn't found the panzerotto I had carefully placed in a boot.

The afternoon passed quietly as the next day. That, however, was my last day at seaside so it was time to say goodbye. Most of the new friends that I met on this trip I greeted them at the beach, the ritual place where we met. Someone wasn't there but I wanted to say hello. I'm talking about Tilde, in fact she wasn't at the beach on the last day but I wanted to see her one last time so I wrote her at dinner time asking if I could see her one more time. The beautiful blonde said yes, and so I went to her house.

I parked the car and then I walked along the avenue that led to her house and while I was walking something caught my attention. I looked on the ground at the garbage cans, I saw something that looked familiar.

Step by step I increased my certainties.

On the ground there was undoubtedly one of the Tilde's boots. For a moment I thought to stop at them, cause I wanted to be sure about the boot but I meant the girl was waiting for me and anyway I could have a look of the boots later.
I resumed my walk to get to the girl's house where I rang the intercom. She answered in a short time and she told me she was coming soon.

I spent about 20 minutes with her. We chatted how we had a great time on this holiday. Then it was time for me to try to find out something about the white boots and what I had done with the panzerotto. In fact, I asked her if she had enjoyed saturday night at the disco and that in my opinion the evening was perfect. It was at that point that she objected it.

Tilde told me the evening wasn't really perfect cause she had to thrown away the white boots of her mother for of a stupid joke. At that point I asked her for more explanations.

Pressed by my questions the pretty blonde told me how today her mother when she was wearing the boots to go to work in one of them found the remains of some food and that sent her into a rage. Just as happened Tilde didn't come with the other guys at the beach because she asked them for explanation but no one had taken responsibility for the act.

I told her that maybe the food was accidentally dropped into the boot but she answered me she didn't think of this hypothesis and indeed knowing her friends surely someone had pulled that shot left on purpose.

I pretended to be sorry and I wanted to know more about the reaction of her mother. Tilde told me that she was quite angry for what happened and then she had thrown away her boots.

At that point I decided to stop asking questions about it and I changed the subject. After that I said goodbye to the girl because I wanted to go to see the boots. Two kisses on the cheeks, the promise to resend it later and I left.

I took the road back and I found the bins where I finally went to the garbage.

At my feet there were the white boots of the mother of Tilde.

The life of these boots was over. As Tilde told me, her mother had thrown them away. As they were damaged I don't think she had a great lost. I was really excited thinking about the woman who had worn them and she had found the panzerotto into them.
Going back to that moment I decided as evidenced by the images to take some pictures to remember the event and then I went away.

I had one last thought to the garbage men who would later found those boots. Maybe someone would have looked into it, or if they would be taken home. Well if someone did it, it's because he is one of us and in that case now he knows about the history of those slutty boots.

The end.

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