Not without her boots

Sujata died and went to heaven. With her boots on. Her deadly boots, not the mommy ones. The deadly black boots with the pointed toes, all the better to kick you with, and the high heels, all the better to grind you into the ground with. So she died and went to heaven with her boots on. At the Pearly Gates she meets St Peter who looks her up and moves his inspecting eyes down and points at the boots. “I sent you in your birthday suit—whatever do you need those boots for? Can’t allow you in with those sinful contraptions.” Oh no—not without her boots! "You won't fit in. No good girl would want one of those evil looking things," she hears him say. No one messes with her deadly boots—there’s a deathly silence (it’s heaven y’all, no place for the living). She shifts from one heel to the other, tries a disarming smile. She types out an application in triplicate and sends it off to all the newspapers. She stands up straight and pitches a speech for the leather industry. St Peter does not acquiesce. She gestures with her hands - the you asked for it gesture. The Cherubs gasp and give out a sigh. Sing she will, whether you can stand it or not. St Peter stares not knowing what's coming his way. Sting your ears it will, whether you like it not. All the cherubs with their harps get into the groove and strum in tune with her as she takes a deep breath and sings out what she’s been singing all her life till now, “These boots are meant for walking and that’s just what they’ll do. One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you…”

Well—she did not get into heaven. But she is happy where she is.

Idea Courtsey - Maneesha, thank you, you little thing - from the vantage point of my high heels
Photo Credit - Debani, flat sandals are good things - catch my drift?