The Yellow Thread

By Diana Felso

March 22, 2003

It seemed like yesterday. I can’t really remember for sure, but that yellow thread reminded me. She told me it was not the right thing to do. She said everyone has moments in his or her life when weakness overcomes predictability. She tugged on her coat tail and I noticed that yellow thread fall next to those brown loafers that she purchased at May’s Madness Sale. They never fit her feet snugly the way loafers should, but flopped up and down on her heel with each step. “The best bargain ever” she claimed. It didn’t matter that most of the time they didn’t match anything she wore. What mattered the most was that it was money well spent. Somehow that yellow thread lying motionless next to them made her shoes seem even more out of character. Yellow wasn’t her color. Those bronze eyes and jet black hair gave her the appearance of some rare exotic bird and the yellow coat only distracted from her sculptured porcelain features. Vogue never really was her style. Practical, that’s what she was. And loafers were practical. That’s why she couldn’t understand. Spending $300 on a pair of Materia Prima sandals was not only wasteful in her mind; it was absolutely “not the right thing to do”. “Nobody wears pink crocodile sandals anymore” she said with horror in her trembling voice, “especially not with blue rhinestones”. My predictability and credibility was nowhere to be seen in those bronze eyes. She was utterly shocked that anyone would want to wear anything other than a simple pair of brown loafers. Brown loafers and a yellow coat. The yellow thread reminded me.

The End

Home Next