Master Class 2013 #11: Desperation, Authority, and a Lamb
"It was Tara who set the bar highest this week with a fantastic tale of fatherly love in A Father’s Right.
I resumed awareness on the cold of a concrete floor. The painful stripes woke at the same time. The floor's penetrating chill was a blessing, I suppose. A soothing balm against my skin.
Where did these welts come from? They adorn my arms and legs in random pattern and size. On my back I can feel burning tracks of raised flesh. There is throbbing lump on my head.
I remember walking through the mall, shopping for shoes to match the new suit. I tried so many pairs, none were right. The colors were off, the toes pinched. The heels were not the right height.
The clerk was as frustrated as I was. It seemed for hours, he brought box after box. Measured and remeasured my feet. He kept a smile fixed on his face. Even when I waved the last half dozen away, he smiled. There may have been a slight twitch in his left eye, though.
That's all I remember. The clerk stalking away with disarranged boxes of tissue paper and mismatched shoes.
I wonder who puts them all back the way they were?