
The collectionExhibit No. 008
A first step
The interview shoes.
Leather, polish, and a borrowed amount of confidence.
The storysincere
I bought them the day before the interview and walked around the kitchen until the soles stopped squeaking. My brother showed me how to tie a better knot.
In the waiting room, I looked down at them and tried to imagine the sort of person who already worked there. Someone who knew where the kettle was.
I got the job. The shoes stayed under my desk for years, ready for meetings that mattered. Eventually, I was the person showing someone else where to make tea.
A fictional story, written for this sample exhibit.