Divorcing Tasha



Oliver was finally free. His ex-wife Tasha, was a little bent out of shape. Tasha was a big time Real Estate agent while Oliver was the owner of a Cosmetics line. Tasha battled him for the company. She lost of course. It was indeed a hot summer and court was now entirely over for the both of them.



THE VERY NEXT DAY

Oliver truly enjoyed his sleep. He had a thought before going to bed. No more complaints or phone calls from his ex wife. No more troubles at all. He even was satisfied that he no longer had to deal with his wifes sneaker odor. He wanted more than what he was awarded in court. Tasha owned a shoe store which did very well. This was just one of those possessions. This was the one that Oliver wanted. Oliver awoke very well rested. Right when he was about to stretch….he found that he couldn’t. Oliver could not even move any of the other extremities. This was really beginning to irritate Oliver. His position was rather restricted. Oliver felt that he wasn’t crazy but even with his eyes open he saw darkness. As Oliver continued to ponder, he noticed a very awful stench. “Damn…where the hell am I? What the hell is that smell?”, Oliver asked in panic. He knew that he was lying on his right shoulder but was very unaware as to in what he was lying inside of. He couldn’t even roll over.

It was 8AM. Tasha was just walking into the shoe store she owned. She was also talking on her cell phone. She was suppose to be off for today but found that her shop was a disaster. At the moment, Tasha was speaking to her mom. “ I know mother but Im still thinking about selling this shoe store. Damn this place is a mess!”, Tasha said. Tasha had decided to straighten the shop up. You really couldn’t say she wasn’t dressed for the occasion. She had on a black shirt with jeans on and happened to be wearing stockings and new sneakers. She did not want to mess her brand new white sneakers up, so she began looking for her work shoes which are a pair of cloth like Mary Janes. Tasha had gone back into the stockroom and cut the lights on. There by the door, Tasha found her shoes side by side with one of them lying on it’s side. Tasha had these shoes for sometime. She did everything in them. The shoes were so dirty that they were like dirty “standing” (hard) socks. The insoles which came with them were blackened by Tasha’s foot grime. The shoes are only two years old. This was a lucky day for Tasha, however a rather unlucky day for Oliver.

Oliver’s eyes began to burn a little bit. It was due to lights. Tasha kicked her shoes over in preparation to put them on. Olivers prospective changed. To him it was a terrifying scene. He found himself lying inside an object looking up at his ex wife who was now giant in size. He saw her talking on her cell phone. “Oh mother, you know those Mary Janes that I always wear? I cant believe the insoles are that dirty. Im pretty sure that Oliver believes it. Mother, I think that Oliver may be the last man I will use as an insole….in these old things anyway. I am looking into my left Mary Jane shoe right now in which all I see is a black insole that was once clean white. However, it’s Oliver. The other insole mother is that bullshit lawyer of his. Oh well!”, Tasha said. Oliver couldn’t believe his ears. Tasha was indeed looking down at Oliver. To Oliver’s surprise, he found something even more terrifying than what he encountered so far. Tasha’s stockinged left foot was heading for him at an extreme speed. There was no where to run and no where to hide.

Oliver’s heart was racing. By now he was in great pain and unfortunately now reunited with Tasha’s smelly feet. Tasha in fact had both shoes on. The two men were in hell. The stench, the pain. The lawyer had already had it. Oliver could not take anymore either. What choice did they have? They felt humiliated even with Tasha being the only one that knew anything really of their new existence as a woman’s insole. Oliver nor the lawyer was getting much air at all. Tasha did not really care. She just went about her day. This of course was not the first time Tasha had two human insoles at her feet. There was this man named Roger who robbed Tasha at gun point. His attempt was successful but his joy did not last. Roger only got so far until he instantly became an insole of one of Tasha’s sandals she had on that evening. He is now brain dead. This came from years of being worn. As Roger was worn all last summer, his mouth received much of Tasha’s salty foot sweat his face and head always smacked against Tasha’s heel.. His face and head was the inner heel section of Tasha’s sandals. Roger doesn’t even know who he is anymore. The only thing he does know about is the bottom of a foot that has terrible dead skin. Skin in which he has swallowed. Rogers face was seen as the inside surface of Tasha’s sandals. Oliver is a different case. He cant be seen at all. Oliver was still trying to get use to the swaying of Tasha’s footsteps. Maybe it was her walk completely. He now had imprints on his lips. It was funny. The toe section of the Mary Jane that Oliver occupied was white. Now the toe section that is part of Oliver’s insole body is brown with parts of the toe section being “grime black”. The stench was on a severe high. Oliver could not really take too much more of this. Of course this was all done for a reason. Oliver wanted out. Tasha wanted him dead. She figured this way she could kill him and enjoy doing it. The only thing she could feel of Oliver is his heart beat and attempts to breathe. She enjoyed his breathing attempts. It was like having a AC unit built inside of her shoes. Both the lawyer and Oliver offered great service to her nasty smelly feet. She did not want to see either of them or even hear a single complaint.

“What the hell is this? Come on Tasha let us out of here!”, Oliver screamed. Tasha heard nothing. Anyone could see clearly when she would take her shoes off that there were nothing but normal looking dirty insoles inside of them. There had was indeed a problem though. Tasha had the intent to kill Oliver and the lawyer this way…..but she only has the intent to kill them both slowly. Tasha was still at work. Her foot sweat began to build. The constant walking around the store both from the front of the store and back into the storage room of the store got heavier to Oliver and his lawyer. Every step was a feeling of grave pain and pressure. Usually as some women do, Tasha took the shoes off. She began walking around the store in her stockings getting them even more dirty than they were. Tasha was covering her own nose due to the sudden upwind that came from her shoes. The aroma stunk up the whole storage room. “DAMN….YOU TWO CAN USE A SHOWER!”, Tasha said. Oliver found no amusement in this at all. Not only was he tired but he was also growing very hungry.

Tasha was done with her store. She was not done with her specialized work shoes though. Tasha put her sneakers back on. It was time for her to go back home and freshen up. As she was leaving she made sure that she grabbed her heart beating, AC installed Mary Jane’s and placed them in a bag. She then left the store in route to her car and then on to make it home for a nice hot bath. Both the lawyer and Oliver began to find it hard to breathe. The two men only had Tasha’s foot stench to accompany them inside the plastic bag that held them captive. Both men would eventually pass out thanks to Tasha’s carelessness. Tasha finally reached her home. As she got out of the car she grabbed her bag of goodies and went into the house. She went up the stairs into her bedroom and rudely tossed the shoes into the closet. They both hit the wall then the floor awfully hard. “OOPS…SORRY YOU TWO!”, Tasha said laughing. She did not really care though.

THE END

Oliver awoke from inside this evil womans shoe. Oliver could barely see anything. All he could see was a bright light. In a funny way, this sent relief to Oliver. He thought that he must be dead. “Great. I would rather be dead than be my ex wifes insole of joy.”, Oliver said. He was wrong. He was alive but far from well. He was alive and still part of Tasha’s Mary Jane shoe, he along with his lawyer. Tasha was just getting out of the tub and she made sure she did not wash her feet for two obvious reasons….her living insoles. She walked into her bedroom and then cut the closet light off. Oliver’s light was now gone. He could now see clearer to where he found the most terrifying words any human insole could find. The words read:
“DKNY MADE IN ITALY”
Oliver couldn’t take it anymore. These were the sandals that he bought her a year ago that he was facing. They were black, both inside the shoe and out. They made the bottom of Tasha’s feet black. He was lying with his face exposed to the inside of another shoe. Oliver’s train of thought completely left him when Tasha finally approached her closet. “WELL YOU TWO IT’S OBVIOUS THAT I CANT SEE BUT YOU BUT I KNOW YOU BOTH ARE ENJOYING YOUR NEW LIVES AS INSOLES. CONGRADULATIONS. YOU TWO JUST BECAME MY NEW HOUSE SHOES. YEAH, IT WOULD BE BEST I KEEP YOU TWO AROUND FOR A WHILE. WELL, IM TAKING A NAP. I SUGGEST YOU TWO DO THE SAME. CHOW BOYS!”, Tasha said. She shut the closet doors leaving Oliver and his lawyer alone in darkness. Oliver was still face to face with the smelly insole of the sandal of the other shoe. No escape and no break from the horrible stench at all. Oliver and his lawyer was nothing more than insoles just being a sitting duck to be worn again. He only had one thought with this….how disgusting.


THE END?