She returned to her flat in the city after a long holiday away in a country town.
It was a lovely break, spending time on long walks and taking in nature. At the same time it was nice to be back at home again. She could stay relaxed for a couple of days before returning to work. There had been no internet connection at the cottage she’d stayed in and she was keen to get back into the old routine. She had a hobby. A costly one, but an enjoyable hobby all the same. She collected shoes. Put simply, she spent a great deal of money collecting, but hardly ever wearing, unbelievably precious shoes. The ones she liked were always expensive, but she was very much her own person. She lived alone and her job paid well. It was a luxury she could afford.
Sometimes she found really exotic pairs that were greatly reduced because the owner had changed their mind about them. She had come across some amazing bargains that way. Because so many of them were so luxuriously classy she only wore them out on special occasions. Most of what she had collected were bought over the internet, on a site she had found that specialised in preowned luxury clothing, including shoes.
Naturally, as soon as she had unpacked she made a beeline for her favourite items. When she opened her computer she found that it only had a temporary site displayed, as the regular interactive site was currently offline while maintenance on it was being carried out and bugs were being fixed. Although disappointed, she decided to spend time perusing the photos that were available. This alone would be enjoyable, having been deprived of the pleasure of drooling over such beautiful merchandise for so long.
She began with the individual displays of single pairs. After several minutes she was surprised to see a particular pair of shoes. In a way, she was horrified. Unless she had it wrong. What she was looking at was a pair that would have to be one of the most expensive in her entire collection. They were purchased some time ago when she’d received a very generous bonus from her company. She had never divulged what she paid for them. They were originally owned by an Arabian princess who had them made for her for some special occasion, but for private reasons no longer wanted them. They were handmade for her and were absolutely unique!
Realising that she must be mistaken and she was obviously looking at either a copy of the originals or simply a pair that looked incredibly like the originals. She moved on to the collections. It was there that she found a picture of a number of shelves inside a cupboard that contained several rows of lavishly exclusive shoes. The photograph she was confronted with looked remarkably like the cupboard in her bedroom.
She immediately jumped up and using the key she kept in her purse went through to her room. She didn’t need the key. The cupboard sat partly open. Swinging the door back, she found it empty.
Let’s just say… she was awfully annoyed.