Sandra

Sandra shuffled when she walked because the heels of her shoes were too far from the heels of her feet on account of they were too high. Sandra didn’t mind the shuffling when anyone was looking but she hated the little scuffle-scuffle secretly when she was alone, traipsing down an afternoon avenue on her was home from school. Sometimes dumb boys would ride their skateboards past her and their shoes would shuffle but somehow it was okay and even a good thing; but she just wanted to be taller, and more woman-shaped, and less young. Until then, she scuffled.