She looks at her tattered boots – their soles kept in place by thumbtacks, the once crimson felt lining resembling the color of rotten flesh, the insoles smelling something putrid, the ruined zippers barely holding the boots around her wasted legs and the aluminium-foil tape wrapped over the toe caps.
She knows that she looks a lot worse than her boots. She remembers the day she purchased them. She was the new gal in the town, with dreams of becoming an actress.
She sighs in resignation and consents to take part in the medical research. Better a guinea pig than being homeless.
Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by our gracious host Rochelle Wisoff – Fields. This week’s picture prompt is from Courtney Wright. Please read the other entries here.
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Excellent (though sad) imagery. And I didn’t expect the twist at the end, but loved the surprise. (Though again, sad.)
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Everyone else has said it all, from: this is one of your best to you captured the despair brilliantly comparing her to her boots. Kudos. I’m glad I stopped by.
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I think the problem is that you always believe you have reached the bottom… alas there are always deeper depths.
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Sad, yet hopeful. Hopefully, things will improve for her.
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My ex participated in those studies… I always wonder what the repercussions will be.
Very well done, Varad. Those boots have a life of their own.
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Loved the way the tale is told. Reality hits harder than dreams ….
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Great story – scary and clever!
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Oooph, that was brutal. Very Handmaid’s Tale. Very 1984. Very NOW. (Shudders.)
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Those boots are almost a life-force alone from your description. I hope this is safe medical research, but imagine from the money she’s banking on getting, it might well be dangerous. Lots to think about in this one.
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Excellent writing, Varad. As someone else mentioned, one of your best.
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If only she held on to her dreams as long as those boots. Nicely done story.
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Sad reality. Well-written!
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Alas! That is how many of the volunteers are recruited. True to life write.
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Very well-written.
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Evocative and well written. The flip side of life, isn’t it, Varad?
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An overcrowded profession to enter. Sadly a very convincing tale, Varad.
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Unfortunate realities of many. Thanks for the comment, Jilly.
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Such a sad turn of events. Not all can have there dreams come true.
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Sad but true. Thanks, Shivam.
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Poor girl, her dreams come to worse than nothing. Great story!
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Not everyone, however talented they are, make it. Thanks for the comment, Ali.
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Poignant! Great writing!
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Thank you very much.
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A desperate situation leading to desperate measures. Sometimes, needs must.
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Unfortunately true. Thanks for the comment, Keith.
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What a great story.
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Thank you, Michael.
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So sad, how her high hopes have been dashed, destroyed along with those boots. Very good story Varad
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Thank you for the very kind words, Lynn 🙂
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My pleasure
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Varad, I think this one’s your best yet. There’s carefully crafted characterization and I really felt drawn inside her mind. I watched perhaps a CSI show recently where the dead person had volunteered for medical research. Scary stuff. Going back to Kansas might be a better option.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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Thank you very much for the kind words, Rowena. Medical research takes much more hideous avatars in the third world countries, where the poor are being subjected to tests without even their knowledge.
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OMG. That’s dreadful. Things like that make my blood boil. There are so many of us who don’t believe in testing on animals and yet there are companies who still test on humans and doing that to people without their consent is deplorable.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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It is a sad reality of people who moved to CA for a dream and end up on the streets… well done on the prompt. Very powerful writing!
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Too often, the streets are littered with broken dreams and shattered lives. Thanks for the comment and the evocative picture, Courtney.
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Great, powerful take on the prompt, Varad.
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Thank you very much, Penny 🙂
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What a strong voice here… really makes a strong statement, too. Felt drawn in and then held with duct tape until the end. Left wondering if homeless would be the better option, though. Great writing!
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Grass is always greener. Thanks for the kind words, Jelli 🙂
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The grass may be greener, but you still have to mow it. 🙂
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Brilliant. My medical law lecturer told us to never volunteer for medical research if we were fit and healthy!
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So true! But I guess this gal doesn’t have much options. Thanks, Bettina.
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Good descriptions in this piece.
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Thank you for the comment, J Hardy.
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If you want boots made for walking, it helps if your dad is Frank… Well written.
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Sure! Or she could have named herself Jessica if she desired a cheap knock-off of the original. Thanks, Trent.
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Ah, I get it, you are young… These Boots Are Made for Walking was made by Nancy Sinatra back in the 1960s. She was Frank Sinatra’s daughter, and Frank was still selling records more than the Stones or the Beatles back then…
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Haha, I’m quite aware of the original. That’s why I used the word cheap knock-off 😀 I’m a huge Frank Sinatra fan and I’m into the classics big time. I steadfastly refuse to listen to any music created post ’94. (After Kurt Cobain)
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I just reread your first comment. I totally misinterpreted it to be that the person in the story was going to do a cheap knock off of Jessica Simpson’s version. Oh well, not sure why I saw it that way.
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Those boots were symbolic of more than just her disease. Good writing, Varad.
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Thanks for the comment, Linda. Glad you liked it 🙂
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What a vivid story – you’ve managed to show us a whole life in just a few words. Poignant and beautifully done.
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A life of crushed dreams, nice use of the boots to represent her fortunes.
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Thanks, Iain. Glad you liked it
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More dreams ending up in desperation. You captured the despair brilliantly comparing her to her boots
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Thank you, Michael
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Dear Varad,
Some of those research studies pay very well, but I worry about the far reaching effects. Well written and evocative story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you for the comment, Rochelle. The prompt was quite evocative.
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There are dreams, and then there are necessities
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Unfortunate realities. Thanks, Neil
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