As Jelani reached Broadway, a
worn blue bicycle pulled up next to her, horn screeching over its
rider’s distinctive squeal.
"Where is your car, woman?"
Jelani eyed her best friend, Iris
Pallaton, who blonde hair swirled above the bright cloud of a magenta
blouse. "Richard had it towed."
"Jackass!"
"Tell me about it. I'm late." Jelani
headed off again.
Iris pedaled along the curb beside
her. "You should call his supervisor and complain."
"And what? Humiliate myself because
he’s a jerk? Screw him!"
"Maybe you should." Iris laughed.
"Then he'd be too awed to bother you again."
Jelani glared as they crossed the
street. "Funny."
On the far side, she caught the glint
of glass in the middle of the sidewalk. "What idiot would drop a bottle
when there’s a trash can right there?" she grumbled. "I’ll get it. First
karma points of the day."
Iris climbed off the bike and put
down the kickstand. "What is that?" She bent down near the object. "Oh,
sweet Gaia! It’s a glass slipper!"
No kidding. It really appeared to be
a shoe made out of glass. A large one.
"Who would have left this here?"
Jelani picked it up, looking around for a prankster camera team.
Something kept her from tossing the shoe.
"Try it on," Iris whispered. "It
would get Richard Snyder off your mind."
"Richard is not on my mind. He’s on
my shit list."
"Oooh. Sorry." Iris ran her finger
over the shoe. "You’re chicken anyway."
"Don’t even go there"
"Chicken. Bawk-bawk." Iris giggled.
"Fine! If it means I can get to
work." Reaching down with her right hand, she unzipped her boot and
kicked it off. “Ready? You want a picture?”
Iris dug for her cellphone and raised
it, ready to take a shot. "Just in case your prince shows up right
then."
Unbelievable. "I don’t need a prince.
I don’t need a man. I need a new life."
Jelani set the shoe on the ground and
slipped her foot in it. She gently stepped down, not sure what she
expected.
The slipper shattered, slicing into
the sole of her foot.
Nauseous, Jelani screamed and could
only watch in disbelief as tiny men sprang from the blood trickling
under the broken shoe. She lost track of how many.
With the biggest maybe two inches
high, the men scattered into the shadows around the nearest building and
disappeared.
She lifted her foot, shaking off the
blood, and examined her sole to see if glass remained buried in her
skin.
"Did you see that?" Iris gasped,
nearly breathless. She grabbed at the wall, eyes closed for a moment.
Jelani felt faint, too, suddenly
washed out. "I--I don’t know."
There were no glass fragments in her
foot or anywhere. The shoe had vanished. The only trace of the whole
incident was dark blood, slowly drying in the sun on the sidewalk. As
she watched, the cuts in her foot healed.
What the hell?
Iris knelt down to peer at Jelani’s
foot. "There were little . . . people. Naked little people. They ran
away. I swear they did."
"Did you get pictures?"
"I almost forgot!" Iris got up and
activated the screen on her cellphone, pressed the arrow. Jelani leaned
close to watch the whole thing replay in living color. "Oh. Bless. My.
God," Iris said, in her shock reverting to the male deity.
Jelani nodded. "And the horse He rode
in on."