I see you looking at my boots. It’s okay, I get it. I look trashy with the wedge heels and the faux fur. But take a moment and look again.

With all the decisions I make, I don’t often get it right. Buying these boots was a truly good choice.

Sometimes we get to decide whether we want the purple dress or the pink one, the blue bike or the red. Sometimes we have to choose between buying lunches at work or diapers. And sometimes we really need a pair of shoes, but we don’t quite have enough money for that and the kids’ Scholastic book orders.

But we can’t imagine our babies sitting in a classroom with twenty other kids and being one of those who doesn’t have an order coming in. Even if it’s something small and inexpensive, we gotta get them something. Sure, they don’t need it, but that’s beside the point. So we go to the thrift shop for our clothes and shoes. We find the cheapest but still comfortable shoes we can find, and we buy them for six dollars.

I love these boots. These six-dollar, thrift store boots. They may not seem like much to you, but I’m pretty damn proud of them. One of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

Published in Flash Fiction


Jessica West (West1Jess) is pursuing a state of self-induced psychosis (reading, writing, editing). She lives in Acadiana with three daughters still young enough to think she’s cool and a husband who knows better but likes her anyway.

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