Sheos

I get uncomfortable hearing the noise of high-heels clicke-di-clacking on the pavement.

Though it was worse in my old flat, I still can hear this riverdance-sound on the granite in front of my windows.

Clicke-di-click-clack stands for: Girl. Furthermore, girl below a certain weight, and girl who wanna appear hot. (No one wears these so called “shoes” without intent). Not more than a hint of the actual girl-person, but a hint of availability. Although I do not see no bright eyes, no cute smile nor a worth-getting-slapped-in-the-face-for-staring-at-it-bosom, they are out there. It´s all about imagination.
Hearing a group of girls click-clicke-di-click-clacking by, giggling, chatting, just having a good time, it leaves me behind with emptiness. They are out there and, no matter for what reasons: I am in - kind of…
caged…

And yessss, I meant “sheos”.