The Red Shoe
July 2016 All rights reserved.
Dedication: To my lifelong love, Grace, who was the first to see the shoe lying in the intersection and give birth to this story. What a wonderful help she has been with this project.
With thanks to Jonathan and Doug without whose help, I would never have seen it through.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and no character in the story exists in real life. I have taken great liberties with the geography involved. Southern City, Winfield County, and other towns are figments of my imagination, and so are the highways. To my knowledge, none of the events in the story have happened in real life. The only part of this story that is true is that there was a red high heel shoe found in my hometown. How it got there is indeed a mystery. I owned two Vizslas named Tisza who were just as terrific as the one in the story. They are outstanding dogs in every way.
The Red Shoes were bought in a large chain store in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia, on a Friday night. They were rather expensive shoes. When one was found the next afternoon in a Ruby Tuesday parking lot in Southern City, Alabama, by Robert H., it presented quite a mystery. Who would leave an obviously expensive shoe in a restaurant parking space? There were no clues and no witnesses. There was no reason to believe anything criminal had happened, but there was no evidence to indicate that it hadn’t. The red shoe is in the middle of two love stories. How they turn out is central to the message of the book. We begin our story four years before the shoe or love were discovered.
FOUR YEARS BEFORE THE RED SHOE