outside the courtroom

A woman came clack-clackety-clacking down the corridor in very high heels.

I was drawn to turn and look at her, smiled when I met her eyes. She looked back, her expression half blank, half defiant.

Why draw attention to yourself if you don't intend to engage?

Maybe this is why I wear sneakers so often. So as to be inconspicuous should I so wish, to have the choice as to whom I smile at or not.

Though arguably she still has that choice, even in heels.

I could totally take her in a foot race however.