The Red Shoes (for Karen) Dead on my feet, I watched those shoes flounce through the churchyard, dance on your grave, all vamp and platform. Flashes of red infected the corner of my eye as they tiptoed over my face. As I tried to sleep, I heard them clacking away the early hours like drunks stumbling on the cobbled streets. With nobody left to stand … Continue reading ‘The Red Shoes’ by Joanne Key