It was always going to be the shoes, that were her un-doing. They were black patent leather shoes, sensible but dressy. They were having a ladies day shopping, Italian meal and a trip to the theatre to see one of their favourite dance hero’s - also Italian.
The first trip occurred taking the stairs in the restaurant - saved by the handrail that time. The second trip happened getting out of the taxi, arriving home after a marvellous day. The final trip was really unlucky. She slipped on the wet cobblestones outside the front door.