Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: PUT YOUR BEST FOOT FORWARD (07/23/20)
-
TITLE: What Shall I Wear? | Previous Challenge Entry
By Francy Judge
07/30/20 -
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES
Toes meet toes in my full-length mirror and are arranged from lightest pair to darkest. Heavy on the black end. You would think I was filthy rich with my collection, but I swear I’m not. I admit I might have a smidgen of a purchasing addiction, but these guys are my first step toward getting a job as a fashion designer’s assistant. I spend a wee-bit more for quality. But if you could smell that strong leather scent I’m enjoying right now, you would understand. It smells of importance.
Lord, please, please help me pick the right ones. Okay, shoes, do your thing. And no, I’m not crazy. I’m single and have the right to talk to my shoes out loud. Only God can hear me unless I forget to close the windows.
I pull out a classy yet stylish black pump with a striped two-inch heel. When Ms. Rolen-something catches sight of these babies, I’ll get the job. Good thing no one heard me say this on my first fifteen interviews. But those managers had good reason not to choose me after I faulted with amateur mistakes: picked the fancy glittered pair for a tailored suit designer; wore the cute Mary-Jane style patent leathers to a sportswear company. The worst choice was rain galoshes to a couture dress designer, but the sky was pouring buckets that day. Ms. Dubois shook her head and arched one eyebrow when she heard them squeak across her office. I could barely answer her questions since I knew my fate.
I slip into my classic fit and flare black dress with the chiffon sleeves and silk scarf. A safe choice. I spin around singing my favorite Mandisa song. “Cause if He started this work in your life, He will be faithful to complete it, if only you believe it…this is gonna make you stronger…stronger.”
My heels tap, tap, tap with my heartbeat as I navigate my way through the building to the elevator. Interview number sixteen, here we go. Jesus, I could use a few more seeds of faith. Help me make a good impression. The old lady in the jogging suit is looking at me. I have got to stop talking to myself.
The elevator dings and slides its doors open. The lady next to me steps out first and falls on her face.
I crouch to the ground. “Are you okay? Can you get up?” She doesn’t answer, so I yell, “Help, someone.” I call 911 and wrap my scarf around her bleeding forehead. Within seconds, a group gathers around us.
Someone asks, “Mrs. Bee, can you hear me?” She finally sits up and holds her head.
“Look at this pretty scarf someone gave me.”
When the paramedics arrive, I rush off to my interview. Instead of fifteen minutes early, I’m three minutes late.
Ms. Rolen-beacon is stunning with long braided black hair and natural looking with pale pink lipstick. She shakes my hand. “You’re late.”
“I’m sorry. You see as I was coming out of the elevator…”
She stops me from explaining. “May I see your resume?”
My hand leaves a sweat mark on the crisp paper. Lord, help me.
“Did you say something?”
My face must be a nice shade of strawberry. “No, mean a little prayer slipped out.”
She smiled. “I saw you helping Mrs. Bee. She comes here every month for clothes donations to bring to her church. Sweet lady. So, when can you start?”
I click my heels together as I leave her office. Thank you, God. I knew this was the right pair.
*****
1 Timothy 4:12 “Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity.”
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.
