Sunday Photo Fiction – February 24, 2019 – The Village Dandy


Photo Courtesy of Susan Spaulding

When he died they donated his shoes to the museum. He was our village dandy, a man given to ostentation and show.

When I saw his shoes on display I remembered a man who attended the village social functions dressed up, heavily perfumed and so often wearing pink knickerbockers with the shoes he became famous for.

He claimed to have had the shoes especially made for him by an exclusive cobbler in Paris. He had a bunch of stories about his clothing, how he’d come by this piece and that.

But I knew his mum made a lot of them.

He was such a character we humoured him his tales and acknowledged his right to prance up the main street on Saturday morning in his red outfit with matching red shoes. Though the red paint, which from to time peeled away from the leather, did give a bit away.

The last time I saw him was at the Handicapped Ball, dressed in his best-polished pink, his hair bobbed and his shoes dazzling as always. He swanned around the dance floor, dancing with himself mostly, and I later wondered, if he knew this was to be his last night out.


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14 Responses to Sunday Photo Fiction – February 24, 2019 – The Village Dandy

  1. What a fascinating character! Btw, Michael, there seems to be something off about your last line, do have a look at it please 🙂

  2. Abhijit Ray says:

    Last night of the showman. Story of a man dazzling outside, empty inside. Nicely told.

  3. crimsonprose says:

    You paint quite a character. I feel there are many more stories about him to be explored. 🙂

  4. I imagine he departed with a smile on his face. He sounded fun.

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