I've only just discovered this little piece won a 100-word challenge, subject ‘Wellies or Bellies’, back in 2021! I attended a few zoom sessions with Wrekin Writers before they were able to resume face to face meets, and entered it then. I've sent for the anthology to see it printed in all its glory! It’s just a bit of fun with some personal memoir, and my ongoing obsession with boots!
City ladies? Absolutely! Still children,
giggling at big-bottomed ski-pants on tottering stilettos, we relished knowing
wellies worked best. Beguiled, still mud and cow-clap unaware, the ladies
gifted sweeties; we told them where to find frogs.
Soon stilettos stopped coming. Bobble hats
and eye-goggling boots came instead. Walking boots! Besotted, boot-obsessed, I
begged for some. Decades on, my wellies languish under boot heaps:
fleece-topped, frivolous, zany and zipped, bejeweled, buckled or buttoned;
laced velvet vintage, wet-look, western, red-leather-racy to
soft-shell-snow-proof.
But walking boots keep first place in my boot-a-holic’s hoard, and I can still tell you where to find frogs.