For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn. – Hemingway
As short stories go, they don’t get much shorter. This short story was presented to class yesterday.
Could it be that the wanna be grandmother, hearing that an important announcement was to be made by the newlyweds puchased the shoes? Only to discover the announcement was they were buying a house?
Or is it the father selling the shoes, because his baby died. The mother is still to distraught and connected to the shoes and cannot bear to let them go.
Maybe you have your own idea of where the story should go.