‘What about that handbag, no not the navy blue , the aquamarine blue bag beside it and no that wouldn’t do either as it doesn’t have the required number of zips.’
Zinia seemed to be ready to hop over to the next shop after browsing through the huge collection of a few dozen bags at the ‘Leather emporium’.
‘Good , they did not have a bag for my tastes as I have already ordered a few online, I guess we could look for some belts , you know, I only have six of them’ , Zinia said.
Like a good friend , I obliged and before I knew , she had dragged me to the belt lane to try on the thick, thin, glittery, formal and a whole array of belts , only to be unhappy with each and every one.
‘Are you sure, you don’t like any?’, I asked , silencing my raging impatience with forced patience and she just made a cute expression of a sad ‘no’ with a mellow ‘can we go check some boots’?’
Little did i know that a minor slip of tongue,’OK, i will go with you’, was to be my undoing.
Written for Six Sentence Stories at Zoe’s uncharted , the cue of the week being “slip”. Thanks to Zoe for hosting the challenge.