The Scarlet Stiletto



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This story is now published as part of the anthology ‘Loyal and True’.

For a bloke, he was pretty good when it came to shoes and this was definitely a Stiletto.

And it was red.

Well, not exactly, it was more a scarlet red, if you need to be precise.

He often wondered why females wore these things.

What if you needed to ‘leg it’? You’d have no chance. Maybe women didn’t need to ‘leg it’ as often as blokes.

Women certainly looked good in high heels; as long as they were standing still that is.

As soon as they started to move around you got the feeling that you should be strategically placing gym mats so that they had something to fall on.

The thing about scarlet stilettos is they usually hunt in pairs, and this one was solo.

It still looked elegant, if a little lonely just lying there.

Now, if the stiletto had been in the city it might not have looked out-of-place, especially on a Sunday morning.

All sorts of things happen on a Saturday night that might separate a person from one of her shoes but this particular shoe was forlornly reposing on a section of grass, under a small tree, on a suburban side street.

Admittedly, it was the kind of street that someone might come back to after a good night out on the town,  stumbling out of a shiny yellow taxi in the wee small hours, misjudging the gutter —- and said shoe could easily come adrift.

There were several possibilities for the presence of this pretty scarlet shoe.

It certainly wasn’t there yesterday when he ran down this street.

Running early in the morning had become a habit.

A necessary habit.

It was the only way to make his mind behave, and even then it often refused to cooperate.

He liked this part of the run.

It was a quiet, leafy street, full of neat little houses built-in the 1930s.

The homeowners probably appreciated the calm peaceful nature of their neighbourhood and they would have paid a premium to live here.

Which was a shame because that peace was about to be disturbed, and property values were about to plummet.

The pretty red stiletto was still attached to what probably used to be a very pretty woman.

The matching shoe was nowhere to be seen.

Why is it that early morning runners and people walking dogs are always the ones who find dead bodies?

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25 thoughts on “The Scarlet Stiletto

    • Thank you.
      I wanted to write a story about a ‘scarlet stiletto’ in honour of a friend who’s writing won an award at the ‘Scarlet Stiletto’. It’s a major award for female writers here in Australia. I had no idea, when I started, what it would be about, so I was as surprised as you were.
      Thank you for taking the time to comment.


  1. Love it! The part with women walking in high heels is genius 🙂 I always thought only women notice awkward things in other women and it’s a relief to see men do too. I for one have taken classes to walk on the things because there’s no way around them in the business world, but still… LOL, I’m sure you get my meaning


    • Thank you for taking the time to comment.
      I unashamedly love looking at females but I do understand that you have to put up with a lot [me watching you for a start].
      I don’t think that blokes have as many things that they have to put up with…….. possibly the collar and tie thing…….. and wearing pants in public, which my wife tells me is nonnegotiable, but all in all, girls have it harder.
      I went to an all boys high school in the 60s so when it came to putting on plays someone had to play the female role. That was me….. I guess I was cute in those days???? The part involved high heels [not stilettos] and I thought I got the hang of them pretty quickly, but I’m not sure how I would have gone on stilettos.
      Thanks again for taking the time.


      • I took the time because I genuinely like the story. As I do finding out bit by bit the story of Terry. I appreciate your authenticity, which will take you far. Do you realize the hell of a story that would turn out if you put your high school years in a Word document?
        As for looking at women and seeing these embarrassing parts we want to hide – like almost falling off the stilettos – is particularly endearing. Maybe because it’s so authentic.


  2. Not bad, but you underestimate women (or your protagonist does) . . . who was it that said:

    “Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, …backwards and in high heels.“

    and if you’ve not heard of shuffling (read my post here:, watch this next video . . . I don’t think she’s gonna flop over anytime soon


    • I do love that ‘Ginger Rogers’ quote, but my protagonist is not referring to the Olympic females who walk amongst us, but to the everyday amazing creatures who attempt to stay aloft on heels that are smaller than my bank balance.
      Thanks for taking the time to comment….. I’ll check out the post and I enjoyed the video.


      • I don’t get around much, but when I used to venture (malls, restaurants, etc), I would often see women with what I would consider extreme footwear . . . I don’t recall ever being concerned they would flop over . . . maybe I live in a part of the world where women have exceptional balance.

        By the way, I hopee you did watch grandpa polka dance remixed to the shuffling beat. Amazing how well it fit.


    • Thank you for the comments, kind sir.
      Possibly the reason why the twist was well hidden was because I didn’t know what it was going to be until I got there. I guess I didn’t give it away because I didn’t know either.
      I set out to write a story about a red shoe to honour a friend who recently won a prize at the ‘Scarlet Stiletto Awards’. The only requirement was that there be a red shoe involved, and this is what came out.
      Spooky but fun.


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