She had been missing that red shoe for weeks. One day it was there, the next gone. She searched high and low for that shoe. With regret, she relegated the lone straggler to the back of her closet and put the shoe out of her mind. She really had loved that pair.
He had paid a fortune for that tie. It was silk, pure and true. The fibers having been softly woven together; the softest and most vibrant of textiles that silk tie had been. He loved that tie simply because every time he wore it; she complimented him on it. So the day he spilled coffee down the front of it, his burst of anger could be justified. He mourned the loss of that tie.
It was a Thursday when she saw that tie in the window. It was bold and daring of color; not the subdued shades he normally wore. She knew how much he loved the expensive silk one that he had recently ruined. On impulse, she turned and entered the store, only to leave 15 minutes later, clutching her prize close to her chest. He would love this new tie
He wasn't sure where that red shoe came from. One minute he was digging around in his closet seeking the mate to his brown loafers, the next a tiny red sandal lay in his palm. He sat back on his haunches and contemplated the red shoe, scratching his head. Where did this come from? Vivid memories flooded back; red dress, soft sighs and heated kisses. He knew she would want her shoe back.
Thursday, had been a good day.